D&C 2.8; Hunting Season started Early

Hunting season started early

"The Remington Model 700 series of firearms are bolt-action rifles, centerfire bolt action. It is a manually operated bolt action with 2 forward dual-opposed lugs. The bolt face is recessed, fully enclosing the base of the cartridge, The extractor is a C-clip sitting within the bolt face. The ejector is a plunger on the bolt face actuated by a coil spring. The bolt is of 3-piece construction, brazed together; head, body and bolt handle. The receiver is milled from round cross-section steel. The cartridge used was the .300 Winchester Magnum weighing between 150–200 grains (9.7–13 g). Its known known for its accuracy for 1,000-yard (910 m) and 1,000-metre (1,100 yd) competitions. The shooter from our analysis must had been trained in the military or by us."

That was the SWAT leader giving us the lecture on the recent shooting in the city. We had reported seven shooting cases in the last three weeks, with all of it accountable for fatalities in the victim. The victims are died of head shot, and that was the trade marks of a professional.

"We were to have this information courtesy of the shooter who have graciously sent over the photos of the weapon on the firing spot." That was the Commissioner adding in his contribution. "All the shots taken was at least eight hundred yards in distance. In relative terms, the football field is 130 yards in length."

"150 yards, Commissioner." That was Rider; he was brought up in Canada before he came back. His partner, Gonzales hollered out 'touchdown' in support.

"Whatever, but we are not looking only at this shooter. We have another using what we knew was a cross bow with a 450grain bolt. We assumed the shooter was also trained professionally with an accuracy of 50 yards. The victims are shot with the chest or face."

"They are working together as a team. One stalks while the other cover the distance in the range. They are in the city now. They have hit sixteen victims in the seven shooting. Lets us not make it pass the twentieth marker."

The duo have been given a name; Bow and Gun by the Networks, with panic running high in the city. According to the FBI, they are in the vicinity of one mile radius, with twenty five blocks and a hundred shops with density of ten thousand population. We numbered a hundred over officers including FBI with another spared fifty officers from the other Precinct. The Commissioner signaled us off at 0900hrs, and I was given one of the apartment block; twenty five levels of housing units and five levels of carparks. I had twenty officers with me, but I was not in charge. The FBI agent was; Martin Caine.

"My dad was a fan of Micheal Caine." We all laughed as he does look like Micheal Caine. We all wore vest and carried Remington 500 or M14A1 if they were any. Gonzales bought his Remington 700; his hunting rifle. His reply was 'its not sanctioned but I liked to have equal chances'. His partner, Rider hollered out 'equal rights' in support before handling over the GI helmet.

"I got that from the Surplus Section." Rider explained. We were all in the mood, but that soon changed when we began the search.

I was given the carpark with five officers, two SWAT personnel with rifles.The place was still occupied with residents; we did not want to have a panic, but we were as discreet as possible. We wished people 'good morning' and smiled. It was on the third floor when we heard the call.

"Officer down." There was no sound of the shot. The bullet was fired with a suppressor on the rifle. It was a head shot. It was the seventh level by one of the apartment' window. It was Gonzales. He was dead when he hit the ground. The sniper picked him because he had a rifle like his.

"Caution, guys." We had just covered the first level of the carpark. I opened the door on the staircase when I remembered my training. I flung it open and held back. It helped me when the bolt hit the door.

"Bow's here!" I shouted and ducked down. I let the SWAT guy stepped past to test the door. We heard the sound of a bike screeching at high speed. Darned! I pushed myself out and saw the rider just exit to the ground level.

"Bow on the bike. Coming down." I heard shots and then more shots. I ran towards the ramp leading down.

"Officer down!" Damned, Bow was covered by Gun. I heard the call again, and then the fatalities went up two notches.

"Rider escaped." I heard the call. I had stopped running by then. My heart was screaming for oxygen. We later convened to discuss new strategies. The uniformed lost the rider on the streets with the morning traffic. The sniper could be found although they sealed the building. They believed he had escaped by the basement which was interconnected to two other buildings.

"We would continue on the search." The Commissioner spoke up. He had called in more officers and then stormed out.

It was another block; same height but this one had the carpark in the basement; all three levels. The first five levels were a mall. We went in force; this time with dogs. I was given the basement levels but I had ten officers that time. After searching for an hour, and near to lunch, we got the call.

"Officer down!" It happening again. And it was two blocks away. Bow and Gun was playing with us or hunting us instead of the other way. Same modus operandi. That time, we have three officers, but Bow may be wounded. It was lucky shot but Bow was bleeding. We took samples and had it sent to Dan.

The search was called off.

I met Dan on the result. He was seething with anger. He threw the folder down.

"They took my results. The samples too." Dan cursed at the FBI who had invaded his sanctum. He looked at the five dead officers. "If only there was one FBI there."

I knew the focus of his anger. But then he smiled.

"I got stashed away for my personal collection. I am waiting for the results." I always felt that Dan was too smart even for a coroner. The result soon came and we discuss the results.

"Jimmy, from the traces, Bow is going to need medical help."

We got a trace and decided to hunt the killers ourselves but I was no fool to go in with one other coroner. I got reinforcements. We planned the raid, and went over. The address was a house in the suburbs. There was myself, Frank, Di Angelo while Dan held the wheel, in case we need to escape. Like real fast.

We were all armed with our usual guns and vest plus our motivation; two glasses of scotch.

It was a standard house in the middle suburbs, single level with the backyard with the child pool. I took the front while Frank watched the back door. Di Angelo was my backup with the sawn off shotgun. Its illegal as claimed by him but what we were doing was illegal. I kicked, you got to be kidding. With my age, we knocked and asked to come in. No one responded so I tried the knob. It opened wide and I went in first while Di Angelo backed me up. I saw Frank coming in at the rear. We made known our identifications and searched the place. I found Bow in the bedroom; bleeding from the chest.

"Frank, call in Dan. He is needed." I hollered to Frank. While Dan took care of Bow, I called in for the Commissioner. Frank and Di Angelo left the scene before the uniforms arrived. Later, Dan left after he did the bandaging. I asked Bow some questions.

"Andy, we know of your brother. So tell me where can I find him." I looked to the young man who was the state champion on archery. I should had checked that information but who ever said the state champion would be a killer. His elder brother Steven was the state top shooter. It was their blood which triggered my suspicion. It was rare. I knew them as I was their fan. I knew them since they were young., Their father was a police officer too.

"Steven ...hurt too. I shot him to get him out. He won't leave but I made him. I shot him with the bow. It was the last bolt on it." Andy mumbled out. Then he slipped off into his unconsciousness. The room was swamped by more officers and it was time for me to leave. I bumped into Martin. He was furious.

"You could had told us. Are you trying to get Congressional medal by yourself?" I would had answered but the phone buzzed. They found Steven or rather he made himself known. Both Martin and myself rushed over.

Steven had holed himself on an iron bridge which spanned across the wide river. He had shot three innocent bystanders, before he was surrounded by the SWAT team. He had planned to be there, like his last stand. I asked Martin for a reprieve.

"Steven, its me. Jimmy. Can we talk?" I had approached the man on the bridge. He had holed himself in the SUV with all the windows shattered. I saw Steven sitting upright there with the rifle leaned across his lap. He was bleeding from the left shoulder.

"Its killing me. I can't shoot with the shoulder wound." He coughed out. "I don't know Andy shot me. We were supposed to go down like champions."

The brothers were without a medal for two years after three years of straight victories. It ate at them; it showed with several minor assault and battery. Then they went missing for three months, and the shootings started.

"We wanted to known as champions again. Our faces in the papers. We lived for that." Steven spoke up. He smiled. "Bow and Gun; we lived to that name. I loved it, The public loved it."

It was all about bravado for the brothers. All about fame that the Networks praised on them, and forgotten when they failed. They tried other things, but one too many minor charges does not warrant page one. They wanted more fame.

"I am sorry, Jimmy." Steven picked up the rifle and leveled it at me. "Make sure its Page One."

The shooters had no choice; it was standard instructions. Steven took two shots in the chest. He made it to Page One. So did Andy.

He died too.

So did myself. I died that day too.

I lost two friends whom I saw them grew older to die that way. They were too young to die like that.

It hurts deep.

The Day I became myself again

I have been busting the crime scenes for five years but never had I ever felt fazed until I met Tom. He was the man who did just that to me. He was at the scene standing with the crowds behind the yellow line. He was dressed up in his frayed overcoat and cheap suit with the even cheaper cologne. His hair was unkempt and he was running his hands over it, as if in pain. It was that drew my attention towards him. I got an uniformed to pull him out of there and towards me.

"Hello, Detective. You want to have a word with me?" I had a clearer look on the man; he looked more like he missed his bed for days, and sadly in need of a new cologne.

"Your name, Sir?" I asked him while holding the pencil to my notepad. He looked at me and gave me the queer look.

"You asking me, Sir." He looked away at the crowd and then back at me. "You called me, Sir. I am honored. I was called less than that."

"Yes.....Sir." I was felt agitated to be taken on a roll by this man but he leaned over and spoke to me.

"I tell you nobody would know if its was a murder until you guys came." He laid it out plain and simple. He even imitated the sirens blaring. "You sure you needed a boost for that ego run."

"Mister, I am investigating a murder. I have no time ...." I was waylaid by his statement.

"So was him, but the murderer must had waited on him. Its past the hour at eleven now." The man replied which caused me to looked at my watch. It was possible as the victim had come in to his house at nine; probably after his evening meal outside, and got clobbered at then to ten to just now. Coroner confirmed it just now.

"How did you know?" I asked him.

"Well, I was standing here since seven and he came back at nine fifteen, and the other person left at nine thirty." The unkempt person replied.

"Sir, did you see the murderer?" I asked but he shook his head.

"I saw was a man leaving the house. I did not see the murderer. I only assumed there was murder scene here now, since you told me." The man replied. "We cannot assumed I did when I saw something else."

"Sir, you name again please?" I asked.

"I did not give you my name. But you can have it now." The man passed me his card. I took and read it.

"Special Agent Tom Walden." I was taken aback that I was talking to a Fed. "What on earth are you doing here?"

"I am standing here talking to you what I saw. " Agent Walden replied. "Isn't that obvious you are not sure or are you absent minded?"

I looked at him. If he had not shown me his card, I would had arrested him for obstructing justice. He must had seen me looking as he looked back.

"What made you think the murder had taken place here?" The Agent asked. "He could had died accidentally."

"The man had his head bludgeoned. So that tells me he was killed." I replied.

"By whom? Or what? A fall could had replicated the same effect?" The Agent replied. He took me there by surprise. I looked to my notes. The blow was in the back of the head and the victim was found laying on his side. There was blood but it was a bathroom. He could had tripped and fallen on his head before rolling over.

"I ...." The agent had walked away. I went after him as he was go into the house opposite of my crime scene. I found myself in the operation room of the Feds with all the gadgets and agents there.

"You are intruding into my jurisdiction, Detective." Agent Walden told me. I apologized and was shooed off. I stood by the porch and looked back at mine.

Was it a coincidence, or was I placed into an absurd position of having to question my skills. I had been drawn so much into my scene that I assumed it was all the same when I arrived. I remembered Tom Waits words; 'I enjoyed being puzzled and arriving at my own inaccurate conclusions." Darned! I had worked too hard at my job, that I am losing myself into it. It was time to detached myself and looked at from the outside. Be with the crowd and roar with them, and then at times, be myself, all selfish to my own thoughts. I need not wait for no man to dictate my next move. Who cares if I can't solved the case. I am my own man.

I walked up the Uniformed and told him I was going back.

"You leaving so soon?" The officer asked.

"Yes, there ain't no murder that cannot wait for another day to be solved. Right now, I am just going home." I smiled. Like Agent Walden, must we conformed to the ways how others looked at us. We need not be; we are all individuals. I would be one once again. 

Samurai Lost in the Time Rift 3.1

Part 3

The New Level

3.1

"Kono yarou ( you bastard )!" Gunso shouted as he climbed from the small hole in the flooring. "Is Susano-ô playing with us? Or are we to climbed up more levels to get out of Yomi."

The sight that greeted him was another cavern; larger, wider but less darker than the one he just climbed up from. The rest of the group who had climbed up was all looking shocked or in a daze. It was Gunso who shouted at them to get the rest up. That effort took more than an hour as everyone was tired and more so when they reached up there, they felt disgruntled.

"Have we come to the mother cavern or are we still lost?" Taisa asked of the Gunso when he was the last to stepped out.

"I don't know, Taisa. The place is larger and yet wider but we don't where it leads. Maybe no more serpents but others we may not have encountered could come forth now." Gunso was relieved to be out of the lower cavern.

"If there were human sacrifice, then the living ones may be around too. We need to find them to get ourselves out of this land." Edo gave the reassuring thought to the samurai's. The farmers around him nodded and smiled among themselves.

"You are right, Edo-san. We must not lose hope." Taisa Mori shouted out to the Hohei to get ready to move.

"Where to. Taisa?" The cynicism of the Teishin was displayed. It caught the Taisa off guard, as he looked around the new cavern. He would not apologize to the Teishin but choose to word it carefully.

"Laid out over there, the clearing. We would camp here and looked for food." Taisa Mori gave new command, as he moved towards the clearing.

"Taisa Mori, you are obviously lost. You have no idea of where we are but tried to made amends." Teishin Buke shouted out in disgust. "Our supplies run low and you are indecisive on your directions."

That last statement irk the Taisa who rushed at the Teishin but Gunso stepped in between them.

"Even if you killed him, none of us would touched his foul flesh. Let us find our own." Gunso told his leader, which made the Teishin angry. He drew on his katana, but Gunso stopped him.

"Do that and we would all fight you." The Hohei have all stood up holding the yari in their hands now. "We would feed you to the serpents below on your death."

That took out the fight from the Teishin who stormed off again to the other side. He kicked at the slaves who were sitting there in his path but he did not go too far. Taisa Mori sat down with Edo and Gunso to discussed the issue.

"If some one or thing dragged the carcasses here, then there must a place which they had to collect it. Maybe what we had fought off could be a Nue. The one which described as having the head of a monkey, the body of a raccoon dog, the legs of a tiger, and a snake as a tail. Those were their eggs but they are down below." Edo commented on his observation.

"Yai! Nue or no Nue, they can be killed. That solved my concern. Now we are to find the way out. We cannot continue on with the supplies we have now. The sake are all gone and the men may get restless." Gunso was clearly impatient to move on, but Taisa halted him.

"We need to find track of any dragging marks of whoever brought the carcasses. Who among your men are the best in this field?" Taisa Mori asked of Edo.

"A taisettsu?" Edo asked back."We are not samurai?"

"A farmer may have more skills than us. Please asked them." Gunso asked of Edo. "We have none with us."

"Fudo-san may be the best we have. He was called many times to tracked lost animals." Edo replied. "He used to tell us the difference between the smell of animals."

"Fudo-san, come here you old dog." Edo called up for the farmer to come. "Taisa wants you to be the taisettsu."

"Yai! I am no samurai nor ....the taisettsu." Fudo disclaimed as his shame on lying at the previous time weighed on his conscience. "Bento-san is a better one, and also a samurai."

"I have no more excuses. You would go with Bentos-san that way. Scout for half a day and returned. I would go this way with Sun, and do the same as you. Edo-san please take that way." Taisa motioned with his hand. "Gunso take charge during our absence."

Edo bowed and called on a farmer to followed him with two torches while Taisa made off with his Hohei. Fudo looked to the samurai who was to accompany him.

"Samurai, you go on and I would followed." Fudo bowed in humble gesture.

"Yai! You are the appointed taisettsu. I would follow." Bento replied with cynicism onto the farmer. "You may had seen us out of one trap and perhaps this one too."

Fudo sighed and picked up his weapon to move out, with Bento following close.

"Make some fireplaces. We got a long wait ahead of us." Gunso ordered the rest of the group to do as per instruction. It was then Sori came up with two others of his group.

"Gunso Mita," Sori bowed his head. "We would like to do our own exploration. I would take two men with me."

"There are three out there now and should be enough." Gunso protested but Sori was adamant on going.

"One more patrol would give us more chances. Please let us go. We shall returned on time." In the end Gunso allowed but cautioned them they would need to avoid any trouble.

"Here have this yari. It fights better than your pitch fork." Gunso offered a samurai yari to the leader who bowed in thanks.

"Gunso, our supplies are only for one day. We need to find more." The Hohei reported to him,and he sighed. He dismissed the Hohei and pondered his predicament alone by the boulder. He soon then starts to recite the renga; a favorite of the artisans then for the people to hear and reflect in their life.

Under the boulders (5 syllables)
of earth, man and creatures dwell (7 syllables)
jointly querying the dusk. (5 syllables)

( A Renga (linked verse), a medieval Japanese poetic form, made popular in the 14th and 15th centuries. A renga was soon to evolved to be haiku.This one was assisted for me by a fellow member of Storywrite.com; Amanda Vampiress.)

Gunso saw most of the men are asleep while he remained on guard. Its best they rest as their journey have far to go.

Double Lovers

You receive a phone call from your husband, confessing to some despicable act. you are horribly surprised, especially since you receive the call at his funeral.

But this was not Marlene expected from the Twilight Tales of Jimmy Loong.

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"Marlene, there is a call for you." It was her cousin, Stacy who was holding the receiver with one hand while the other held the plate of pastries. She walked over and picked up the receiver. Her eyes scanned the roomful of people, all known to her or his, but they are there to trampled over her carpet and finished her food. Not forgetting her collection of wine.

"Hello?" Marlene spoke into the receiver. There was no answer.

"Hello?" Marlene asked again. Then the reply came.

"Hi Marlene, its me." Marlene shuddered at the voice. It sounded familiar. A voice that was supposed to be dead. Dead and buried three hours ago. This was his wake.

"Hi Marlene, can you hear me? The reception here is bad."

She hung up. It was a crank. It had to be. The phone rang. She picked it up.

"Hi Marlene, can you hear me?" She held the receiver close to her face. She had the pale look.

"Can you hear me? I haven't got much time." The voice spoke to her. "Are you still there?"

Marlene did not reply.

"Okay, you been yourself. Always a bitch and would be one even I am dead." The voice laughed.

"Look, arsehole. I am not entertaining you to your sick joke." Marlene told the caller. "And I am hanging up."

"Wait! You remember when we first made love. We did it on the kitchen floor at your mum's place." The caller said it all in one breath. Marlene paused in her words that she was going to say. She had the nearby people looking at her from the last outburst. They were then doing an early exit and gave her the room to 'screamed profanities'. Nobody knew of her liaison with him but only they both knew. They were interrupted before he could complete his. She had came twice; he was a stud. Her mother came in when she was still on her knees. She told her mother, they dropped the sour cream.

"Who are you? The real one?" Marlene asked.

"I am your husband, the rightful one. The one you buried was my double." The caller told her. "Its a long tale, but to make it short since I ....I meant he was dead, we cheated on you. We took turns to be with you."

The caller paused to wait for her reaction. Then he continued.

"I was insecure and needed someone to be with you. You were so confident, so assured and demanding. It was fine during the first two years and then I had an accident." The caller paused. "An accident with some illness. It made me weak. You know bad in the performance."

"Look, you bastard. I heard enough of it. I would hang up now." Marlene told him.

"Wait, let me finished it. He offered to sit in. I meant he took over my role the last year. You may had known. I never told you the ear nibbling."

Marlene wanted to cry then. She was fucked by another that looked like her husband. Oh, God, how sick can it be. She was moaning to a stranger that looked like him. God, she was with his child. No wonder he had different ideas of having sex; more adventurous and thrill seeking. She loved.....the sex, but then she was not sure.

"Hey, its okay. He was my twin. So its okay for both of us. We used to swap dates. Its normal for us....."

Marlene threw the receiver down and pulled out the cable from the wall. She was very upset and wanted to kill someone.

"Anyone seen my daughter in law?" Her father in law walked in. He was perfect for her vengeance.

Ashes to ashes.

Father for the son.

She smiled when she reached for the kitchen knife.

D&C 2.7: Lunacy and Asylum

Lunacy and Asylum

I dread the call, but was a 187 ( Homicide ). That means myself have to attend, while the others are involved in their own cases. It was a bad morning; got and dressed, found my shirts were missing. I screeched out one word, and that was enough to bring the madness from Jenny.

"How would I know you ran out of ironed shirts? I am not your frigging mother." Jenny gave me the cannons barrage of those 'near to two inch wide' mouth volley. I swore if it was better days, I would had gagged her, but I was not into the mood. Shit, I was not into any of her's for sometime. She left me there holding onto the shirt while she stormed into the bathroom. I got the shirt ironed and was out with last night's slice of pizza in my mouth.

While driving, I keyed in the address into this box they called the GPS tracker. It was to show me the directions, but when I done with the address, I knew the place without its help. Grandma used to stayed there, and so did Uncle Henry. One was loony and then other was homicidal; self induced. Both of them were incarcerated there by the doctors. I used to go there with my mother to see them; I had no choice then. It was you followed or be cursed to hell by her. The City Asylum was my nightmare. It was not grandma, or Uncle Henry; he was suffering from depression, but the inmates there. They stared at you, make faces at you, and sometimes reached out to you. Take a view of mine; I was only ten then. It was made worse when your cousins tell you that one day you would end like them.

I saw the two patrol cars there but we were parked near to the main gate which was the outer perimeter of the place. I got up and looked at the immense structure that needed only a walk of a hundred paces to reach the double wooden door. What was missing was the sign that said; come in at your own risk.

"Victim was shot in the head elsewhere and dropped here." The comment brought me out of the stupor I was in. I looked over to the dead victim that was laid as if it was thrown over the eight foot high wall. Dan was attending to the victim and had made the comment.

"There was lack of blood here, and there were some outside the wall." Dan continued on. He then looked at me. He told his assistant to do the rest and approached me.

"I know its not easy for you, but just go in and checked. He could be still there." Dan knew of my past and also of Uncle Henry. I shook my head and walked back to the car. It was then I heard my name being called.

"Detective Barnes!" I turned around. The caller was an elderly man walking with a cane. He was dressed in a white frock over his suit. He was bald but that does not hide his age grouping.

"I am Director Green. Edward Green. I am in charge of this place." Director Green looked to the victim. "Would you like to come in and discuss this case? It would be more .. confidential."

Damned it! That was one offer I wished I could turned down, but it beats begging for an official warrant. I reluctant walked with him to approached the immense structure. Later in the Director's office, we confer on the homicide.

"Ms.Dennison was ..." I was stunned.

"You knew the victim?" I spattered out the words.

"Yes, I do." Director Green was taken aback. "If you are implying do we have a relationship; it was strictly professional."

"I am sorry, Director Green. I was not advised that the victim was identified and yes, I am sure there was nothing personal between you and Ms..."

"Dennison. Patricia Dennison." Director Green assisted me there. "She joined us last year. She took over from a retired staff on the filing of the records. Nice person....."

I spent over an hour listening to the Director droned on Ms Denison, and then I left. I was on my way out when I spied the man sitting alone by the window. He was looking out and aimlessly.

"That's Henry. He is our long standing citizen." The duty nurse whispered to me. The man was older by twelve years as he was the youngest in the family but he looked so much better than myself. He looked well cared and above all, younger than his age. I did not approached him but left the place. That later afternoon, I was called to meet Dan.

"Here is the brief." Dan handed me the report and then held it back. He started reading from it. "The subject died from bleeding of the internal organs due to multiple stab wounds. The weapon is believed to be a long sharp blade from the cut marks, with a smooth edges."

"Like a scalpel?" I asked.

"No, this one was longer. A number of kitchen knives fit the description." Dan droned on with his findings; no rape, no torture, straight kill with five cuts. He then stopped and looked at me.

"Do you want to drink at Di Angelo?" It was the first time he offered after a very long time. Then he offered an alternative.

"I got a steak kidney pie in my office, with a bottle of scotch." Dan winked. I knew his preference; there was the multiple murders victims during the week. He could had saved some of the kidneys for the pie. In the next hour, we sat and spoke like old times. I did not go back that day; spend the hours checking on the victim and also on the asylum. With my position, I got a more detailed access to many records on the place, and it was a concern. I also slept there that night and was at the Asylum by morning.

I met Director Green when he walked in.

'You never told me that Ms Dennison had a mother for a patient here before?" I looked at the Director. He nodded and then corrected himself.

"Yes, we missed that one out. She did not disclosed. We only knew that last week." Director Green replied. Then his expression frowned. "We do not kill on that omission."

We both laughed but I had to asked the next question.

"Who knew about her mother?"

"There is myself, the doctor in charge; Doc Gavin and of course the head Nurse; Gloria." The last I met yesterday when she introduced me to the long standing resident. I asked to meet Doctor Gavin. We met later in the garden as he was monitoring the patients in their morning routine. He was young; just joined two years ago and was impatient with the workout. He was here to do his research on some theory he was working on.

"Nurse Farthing, get them in the row." The nurse glared at him. It was obviously her name was not Farthing. He excused himself to speak to me on Ms Dennison.

"Yes, I knew Pat. Nice girl. She confided with me that her mother was here."

"Was here? Please explain, Doctor Gavin." I asked the doctor.

"Pat's mother died last week. We had just buried her two days ago. I was with Pat at the funeral." That was not in the records I read. And more was not there was the relationship of Doctor Gavin and Patrica Dennison. I asked him the usual questions and his replies were recorded. He had no alibi unless Patricia could speak from the grave. He claimed he was with Patricia until midnight and then left for his own place where he stayed alone. He denied any sexual relationship but maintain a platonic one.

"Any reason why some one would want to kill Patricia?" I asked him. He shook his head. Then he replied.

"She have a boyfriend. They broke up last month." I got the name to cross reference with. I left Doctor Gavin to his patients while I searched up a Danny Boyd. I found the person I was looking for in his apartment with another girl.

"Screw her. We broke up and I am free to choose who I bring home." Mr.Boyd was upset at my early call on him, although it was near to noon. He was a deejay at the local club and had staggered in at before dawn. I dragged him to the Precinct and made him undergo the urine test. He was tested positive for it.

"I can't remember that night or any other night. Those times I was jazzed up with ladies and booze. So f*****d it." For that last statement, I made him limped to the detention cell. I ran on more of Ms Patricia Dennison and her personal life. Prior to her appointment at the Asylum, she was working in a lawyer firm, and from what I heard; she was efficient.

So how did Patricia ended up with scumbag like Danny, and does not fall for the doctor.

"Opposite attracts, Jimmy." I loved Frank when he had one too many coffees and doughnuts. He gets all high up there with the Gods. "I was once in love with a madam, but we squared off once she knew it was not going to work out."

I saw then Di Angelo faced had lighted up. Soon the two were whispering personal details while I left them there. I met Dan and asked for more updates. The coroner shook his head. I went back to the Asylum that evening. I met up with Uncle Henry. The administrative staff were only the nurses. I spoke and he listened. I told him of my mother and the other sniveling cousins. Then I spoke of Patricia.

"I seen her. She's a nice lady. She cared to asked." Uncle Henry replied. "We spoke a couple of times when she asked me on some names. I told everything."

I asked him to repeat those names and what he said. We spoke for over an hour. I left back for the Precinct and did up my investigation papers. The next morning, I filed in for a warrant to requisition on the Asylum records. I got it and shoved the warrant to the Director.

There were no records of those names I had from Uncle Henry; not even on Patricia's mother. It was all cleaned up. I confronted the Director. He denied it all.

"I don't looked into those old files." That was my wall again. I went back to look for more clues. I soon found it.

"Director Green, how come you had withdrawn so much money from your savings, retirement fund?" I threw the statements to the Director. "All in the last week."

Director Green finally confessed.

"There were dubious testing done some years back. It was carried over from my own project. When the grant dried out, I used my position to conduct the tests here. No one concerns over a loony person. We had deaths in our morgue that no one wants to claimed. In the end, we gave them proper burial."

"It was Doc Gavin who found out when Ms Dennison showed him her mother's file. He asked for more evidence I think and she gave it to him. I found out and confronted Doc Gavin. He threatened me exposure; my career of thirty five years gone. I paid him off. I even got his grant approved by the Board. It just came in."

I saw the letter of approval for two hundred thousand for two years.

"Four days ago, he came to me after the funeral. He told me that Patricia wanted to go to the Police. I told him to stopped her. He said yes. That's all I know."

I got Doc Gavin into custody and he denied it all. He claimed that Director Green was crazy and had once threatened Patricia for her non-disclosure of her link to the patient. I found the money in the doctor's account. I also found the murder weapon among his collection of far eastern swords. It was the short blade of the samurai 'daisho'. The long blade was called the katana, while the shorter was called the wakizashi. The blade was cleaned but the hilt had traces of the blood. It matched to Patricia Dennison DNA.

At the funeral of Patricia Dennison, Danny Boyd dropped over to place the flower on the grave. I invited Uncle Henry to a new home; the ones that was ran for the older folks. He declined.

"I have lived here for over most of my life. I would die here and be with my friends." Uncle Henry looked at me. "We ain't all loony. We are just different and in here, we found our own asylum."

I went home after having stayed outside for seven nights. When I checked my closet, all my shirts were ironed. I guessed my life need to be ironed out too.

Jenny left me a note; 'Gone for the week. Conference and holiday. Buy your own dinner. P.S. Shirt pressed in the closet.'.

I guessed the extra steak and kidney pies from Dan would be my meals this weekend. 

Saturday Special: Act 4, Scene 1 Part 1 Adapted from the Tempest by Shakespeare.

Act 4, Scene 1 Part 1 Adapted from the Tempest by Shakespeare.

The characters:

Prospero, the father of the girl who is blind. He had the young man imprisoned but allowed his daughter to visit him.

Miranda, the blind girl love by the young man she had know. He was the third man that she knew since blind.

Freddy, the young man who was imprisoned then found his love for the blind girl.

Ariel, the man servant who brought Freddy here.

Kabib, another man servant mentioned in passing as one who tried to rape Miranda before.


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The faint but sharp noise of the shots from the Western Block woke up the couple who had lain on the bedding by the wood shed. It was not a fine bedding but one of some cloth; theirs to be exact while they lain in the nude.

"Fear not, Freddy. Its probably the sound of the wind. It does crack like that at times." Miranda who had lain on her side while her lover of sort held her from the back. They may had been silly then, but the kisses laden by the other was too enticing to be released. She had never felt such feelings when his lips caressed hers and then to her neck. She may not be able to see, but she knew what the kisses look like. He had paused at below her neck and then he went up to her shoulder.

"Freddy, please continue on as you were." Miranda had pushed his head towards her bosom; lowered than before. His lips caressed her coarse clothing but the sensation was to permeate through the fabric to her flesh. She shuddered in her body and moved back her head to pushed her bosom forth. He needed no persuasion than that, to nuzzle his face into her bosom.

Miranda remembered when she was younger, she had buried her face into her mother's bosom and felt the warmth but that time was different when she was with Freddy. She arched her back further up but his caress was just as shallow then. She did not know why and how, but she moved to ease the shoulders strap of her dress to let it fall off the arms. She pulled back his face to raised it up to her face.

"Kissed me, Freddy." The young man was a virgin at the works, nodded his head. His lips once caressed hers but she had pushed him down again to her bosom. He was treated to the sight of her bared breasts which he had never seen. He had seen breasts, but they were always clothed or hidden. His ventured into the full play of sex was rather limited by his personal principle of modesty. That was his excuse to many enticing ladies, but the truth was he feared being blackmailed again for another act of sex.

"Kissed me there." Freddy was pushed to the upper flesh of her breast, which he had no notion of what to do. He did as kisses was to be laid, and as his lips felt the softer flesh there, he went into a state of nuzzling and minor bites. His bites took on its own journey as he trailed down to the center. There he felt the hardness tip but his eyes closed, he only knew that it was in need of a deeper kiss. His lips engulfed it and suckled on it like the young infant would do. It was a natural act of any person in need of its nutrients.

Miranda moaned out her feeling when his lips caressed her tips; she knew not what was it to described the feeling but to hold him ever closer to her. She had once tried to kissed her mother there once, but she had told her it was not hers anymore to feed anymore.

"Your days at my breasts are to be held close from your face. Its now back to your father who would suckle on it."

"Why, mother?" Miranda had asked.

"Its the few parts of myself, that were reserved only for him, as my love. I share it not with anyone and more so when that one should weaned off it a long time ago." Her mother explained. "There were to be another one soon, but he does not know."

"Who's that, Mother?" Miranda asked.

"Perhaps your sister or brother, but we shall wait for the day when God deliver the baby." It was the night before her mother's death that Miranda was to know that she was to have another baby brother or sister.

The hard nibble on her breast shook her off her thoughts. She pulled him up again to her face. She sees not as we knew, but she needed to see him at the face to asked him.

"Would you father ...our child?" Miranda asked of him. Freddy meanwhile then was caught between the feeling of hormonal urges and parental responsibility.

"I guess so." Freddy replied and tried to push his way back to her breasts but she held him back up.

"No, Freddy. I must know." Miranda told him.

"Yes, I would...." Freddy paused. "But we hardly know each other."

Freddy struggled with his words. It was then Miranda pushed him away. She pulled at her dress to covered herself.

"I meant I love you. I would marry you but could we not enjoyed ourselves before the patters of feet invade our time." Freddy spoke out but he did not know why he had formed those words. In truth, he was afraid that he may lose her like his mother was dead when he was only twelve. He felt he hardly knew her long enough. Nor did his father who was always outside. Abigail Nates., his mother died the same year as Miranda' mother but on different situation.

"I am sorry, Miranda." Freddy pulled her over to hold her. "I do love you."

Miranda felt his pain and his sincerity. She pulled away and then looked at him. She lowered her straps again and pulled him to her breasts. It was how they moved on until both were naked on the flooring, with hormones surging but no sex was to take place.

It was also how Paul found the couple when he walked in on them. He had come from the hidden corridors.

"How dare you this to me?" Paul in his anger had pulled the young man off the his daughter's side. "I who had saved you , fed you and now ......"

"Dear Sir, I did nothing to her. We just lain there as the body was weary." Freddy pleaded with the older man. "I had not touched her improperly if that was you meant."

"And to what I was envisage; a man of your youth with the surges of the body? A mere sunbath in the shed when it rained outside." Paul point to the man, while his daughter who had woken grabbed the clothes there to dress.

Paul saw her inconvenience and turned away from them.

"Dress up quick and then I would speak." Paul stood there looking at the walls.

Paul then turned to the young couple. They were dressed but they held each other hands to faced him. He called forth his daughter to him.

"Miranda, for ten years I had brought you up. I had told you many a times, you are not ready to lose yourself onto any man. Be it Kabib or ...." Paul was interrupted by her.

"Father, I never lain with that brute. He forced me. ..." Miranda defended her innocence.

"Yes, I know. I had Kabib confessed, and he did not asked you. He was like any growing man; they go crazy at times." Paul looked to Freddy who looked away sheepishly. "You ought to know..."

"Father, we did nothing. We merely kissed and touch..." Miranda tried to explain.

"Enough please. I need not hear of the details....." Paul looked away. He wished Bernice was here. She would known what to do. At that time, all he wanted to do was shaft the piece of wood up the man' butt but he restrained himself. He would be fair; after all he did like the young man. He fitted into his new plan.

"Come here." Paul motioned to Freddy. He wanted to ask his daughter to go away but reckon he would do the talking together.

"Young man, I find your action deplorable." Paul started off with the words. Freddy immediately reacted back.

"I took responsibility for my action, Sir. I did not took advantage of her. I really loved your daughter. May I have her hand in marriage?" Freddy spoke all of that in one long sentence.

"No....not yet." Paul replied before he took on his breath of air. "I knew not who you are, but a straggler into my home."

"I am, Sir. Ferdinand Thomas Nates...." Freddy replied but was cut off by Paul.

"An impostor which I had declared upon you." Paul replied. "I met Ferdinand Nates. He was not called Freddy."

"Pardon me, Sir. Freddy was my nickname given by my mother, Abigail Smith before she married my father Anthony Nates. I was named after my grandfathers'' Ferdinand and Thomas. I...." Freddy told his whole life tale while Paul listened. He knew most of it as he was the Godfather of the child at birth. Paul looked to his daughter and noticed her smile. She was becoming to know more of her husband to be.

"So what does your father do, young man?" Paul asked.

"He is a trader of sorts. Works most time in the exports and imports of goods." Freddy replied. Paul smiled. So another one that does not know his father's real trade. But Paul was wrong.

"Actually, I knew that my father does more than that." Freddy admitted to Paul. "He works with the mobster and also do some smuggling. He told me he was going straight. Handing over to my cousin Anthony and then retire."

"Sir, I won't disappoint Miranda. We would get a new life and away from all of that." Freddy continued on.

"Let me think on it." Paul replied. He was to go back to his guests when Miranda called him.

"Father, I love Freddy. There may not be another." Miranda spoke out. "I am blind and even in my state, I know I am not that beautiful like many others. But if Freddy truly loves me as he had said, then I am the most beautiful one to him. That matters a lot to me."

"Sir, Miranda is the most beautiful one for me. Please consent our love." Freddy asked of the older man.

Paul nodded. But then he turned around to faced the two lovers of sort.

"You must promised me one thing, young man." Paul looked at the man. He then asked Freddy to stepped forth for him to whispered to his ears.

"Preserved her till we can find a proper person to marry the two of you. Shatter not her virginity or I would had you impaled with the lance with the blunt end first." Paul looked sternly to the young man who nodded.

"I shall obey." Freddy did looked rather silly with his legs closed up tight as if he was in need of the bathroom.

"If I may, Sir." Freddy asked and the older man allowed him to leave. Miranda walked up to her father.

"What did you do to him?" She asked of him.

"Nothing that he does not deserved." Paul replied and went off to look for his servant Ariel.