CCC #51

“This really sucks Steve.” My Captain said as the door closed. “You have always been one of our best. Hell, you are responsible for more police work on Cabrese this week than we were able to get done in the past year. You just can’t do it the way you did.” Chief Whitcom was next. “You have admitted to all of those killings. I don’t know if I should call you a Hero or the worst serial killer ever.” I met his gaze levelly. I was ready for any pronouncement that they had.
The Captain started again, with almost tenderness. “Try as we might, it is impossible for us to figure out what to do. The Chief and I have talked and here are the options.” He sat down next to John. “First,” he began, “why don’t you tell us what happened the other night?”
My sentence was being delayed and I just wanted it to be over. “Too many people are dead. I killed them all. Send me to the judge, let’s be done with this.” I said. “We really need details Steve.” The Chief said. “Some of these choices depend on details.”
“Okay” I said. “Here goes. 9 days ago, Jack Reagan went missing. As you know, he was my partner, my brother in law, and my friend. We had been investigating Raymond Cabrese and trying to figure out just how far his empire ranged. We were working with Vice, Property, and homicide.”
I drew a deep breath and continued. “I found out he was missing when my sister called and said he hadn’t come home. That was odd I told her because we had been done for hours that night. I told her to wait for him, it was Cinco De Mayo and he may have just been in a festive mood without me. It didn’t sound like Jack, but who knows.”
I swallowed hard and went on. “I spent the next three days running down contacts and trying to find Jack. I finally leaned on a guy who used to be Cabrese’s right hand man and he gave me a name. I found that guy and beat a confession out of him. They had screwed the brakes on his car and he was in an accident. Jack survived and was taken to that rest home where you found me.”
“What guy was this?” Asked Sampson. “His name was Jay Rogers. He is dead now. I killed him before I left.” I said. “Where?” asked Sampson again. “A little back room over on 38th and Vine.” I said. He made some notes and the chief frowned. “Go on.” Captain Smith said.
“I went looking for that rest home. It didn’t take me long. I found the place and after a quick recon, I went in. I shot the guards. I shot a couple more inside. Then I found Jack. He was dead. They had killed him. I kind of lost it. It was time to write a new chapter in my life. I didn’t care anymore. Jack was not replaceable. I was going to hand Cabrese his own head.”
I took a drink of the stale water on the table. “I killed. Then I killed. Then I killed some more.” I continued. “People kept coming, I kept killing. I heard some of them say Cabrese was coming. I killed. When there was no one left to kill, Cabrese was there. I found out that his sons were among those I killed. He said all of his men were here. And now they were dead. I left him unconscious and tied up and went to his office. I shot those guards and took all of his files. He was done. I went back to the rest home and executed that piece of crap Cabrese. I woke up later in the hospital. That’s it.”
There was silence in the room.

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