Detectives of Engelwood
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Jack eased back
against the wall. His pistol had a round in the chamber as he held it
tightly in both hands, pointing towards the sky.
Mike, equally softly.
“How many guys do
“Three. Two behind
that yellow Corvette and one in the doorway of the drug store.”
“I get the same
count. What we gonna do?”
“If we move from
here we are going to get blasted. We need to stay put and wait for
“How long did they
they were ten minutes out and that was about five minutes ago.”
Jack felt his palms
sweating, the gun starting to slip in his grasp. Each minute that
passed felt like an eternity. It was as if he was on death row,
waiting for his last rites. Throughout the fifteen years he had been
on the force, he had been in these types of situations many times.
This is what he was trained for; such situations were his bread and
butter. His partner of those fifteen years, Mike, was like a brother
to him. They had grown up together, attended the same school, both
went to police college and ended up being partnered together when
They had even chased
the same girl, Millicent, who they called Milly for short. Jack had
dated her first but then they had a fallout and Mike took over,
eventually marrying her. At first Jack was upset but soon came to
terms with his ‘loss’. Now he saw Mike and Millie as the brother
and sister he had never had; they were his family.
Jack and Mike were
both highly decorated detectives in the Chicago Police Force, working
the Engelwood district. Englewood had one of the highest crime rates
in the Chicago area. Hell, it had one of the highest crime rates in
America. That’s what kept Jack and Mike busy. There was enough
crime to keep five pairs of Jack and Mike busy.
When it came to
assigning cases to Jack and Mike, they had their pick of the litter.
To their credit, they never took the easy ones - they left those for
the rookies. They enjoyed the high-profile cases, the tough nuts to
crack, but although they had solved a few high value robbery cases,
they preferred murder cases, Mike seemed to have a sixth sense, and
found evidence at crime scenes that baffled the smartest of crime
Each crime scene
told a story and Mike was able to read the scene like a book. He
would walk up and down the crime spot, muttering to himself under his
breath. He would then recount to Jack what he saw in his ‘vision’.
Nine times out of ten he was right. Sometimes they would apprehend
the suspect before they had any proof, based solely on the vision
that Mike had. They always got the proof in the end, sometimes even
getting a confession before it was required.
The clouds parted
slightly, letting some of the moonlight fill the gloomy air. There
was a chill in the air but nothing like the cold winter air that
bites through to the marrow of your bones. Jack let out a small
cold and I’m sweating. Surely I can’t be nervous? Jack slid
one hand off his pistol and used it to pull up the collar of his
jacket, placing it against the back of his neck. Although not adding
too much warmth, it was more a psychological feeling of being warmer.
“Which one is the
killer?” asked Jack, still in a hushed tone.
“One of the guys
behind the Corvette,” replied Mike, matching his tone.
“How did he know
we were coming?”
“He didn’t, I
think his crew was also waiting for him and saw us first.”
“We need to get
him alive, or we may never find out where he buried that girl.”
There had been a few
break-ins at the St. Bernard Hospital. It was small stuff, some
medicines here and there. Nobody took too much notice and didn’t
even bother to investigate the case. Then a week ago, one of the
night shift nurses stumbled upon the robbers busy looting the
dispensary. They were stealing prescription medication to sell on the
streets. There was a major drug supply problem and demand for
prescription alternatives had gone through the roof.
All that was left at
the scene was a large blood stain and a broken cupboard with empty
shelves. The nurse’s name was Rose Turner, no relation to the
famous singer, although she did once dream of becoming one. The blood
stain was matched to her DNA, a sample of which was taken from the
hair brush that her flat mate had given to the detectives. Given the
amount of blood found on the scene, the detectives assumed that she
had a severe head injury.
It seemed she was
just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Five minutes earlier or
five minutes later and she would have missed them. Her body was never
found. Mike had done his walkabout of the crime scene and had pieced
together the sequence of events. The robbers were thorough and had
all worn gloves, leaving almost no trace. Almost no trace - Mike had
found a partial thumbprint on a pair of bolt cutters used to break
open the cupboard. The robbers must have left the cutters behind in
their haste to clear the scene.
The fingerprint was
traced to a Declan Armstrong, a juvenile offender who had turned
mechanic. At first he claimed to have sold the bolt cutters on
Craig’s List but a quick search of the site proved this a lie. He
was taken downtown and after a few threats of doing time he finally
came out with the truth. His brother had borrowed his bolt cutters a
fortnight ago and had yet to bring them back.
Both Declan and his
brother, Martin, had spent time in a juvenile detention facility.
Declan had followed the straight and narrow when he was released but
Martin had continued on his crooked path. He had picked up numerous
misdemeanours, theft out of motor vehicles, public drunkenness and
even a charge of basic assault. He had always managed to walk away
with a slap on the wrist and a threat that next time he would be in
serious trouble. It seemed now that he had found serious trouble.
The detectives had
Martin placed under surveillance for a few days, hoping he would lead
them to Rose, praying that she would be found alive. Deep down both
Mike and Jack knew that the chances of Rose still being alive were
slim at best. With her losing that much blood she would have needed
urgent medical care. A quick check found no record of her being
booked into any of the local hospitals; there weren’t even any Jane
Does to cross-check.
The breakthrough in
the case came when a phone call was intercepted between Declan and
Martin. Martin had mumbled an admission to Declan about the robbery.
How the nurse had stumbled upon them and he had to hit her over the
head to keep her quiet. He kept saying over and over again that he
didn’t mean to do it, he just wanted her to stop screaming. Jack
and Mike knew that this meant the girl was dead. To prove the crime
however, they needed a body and Martin was the only one who knew
where it was.
Now that the
detectives had real evidence, they planned their next move. They
wanted to take Martin by surprise. The last thing they wanted was to
have to kill Martin, or worse, to have him kill himself. This often
happened when they cornered suspects. The thought of doing time was
sometimes too much for them and they took their own lives, often with
a bullet through the brain.
Martin worked at a
drug store, Rex Pharmacy, on Halsted Street. This would explain where
he got the information to rob the hospital. Jack and Mike had gone
into the drug store that morning to scope it out. They had bought a
bottle of pain killers. The elderly lady at the front desk was angry
and rude and Jack had wondered if she wasn’t also an ex con.
They didn’t see
Martin but assumed he must have been working in the back, probably
unpacking stock. The detectives went back to their office and planned
their next move. They would wait until Martin had finished his shift.
From the information that Declan had given them, this would be around
8pm when the store closed. They would approach Martin casually as he
left the store, take him by surprise and arrest him,
Their plan had
almost worked. As Martin left the store the two detectives got out of
their car and started walking towards him. What they didn’t count
on was that Martin’s crew were also waiting for him and had noticed
the two detectives walking towards him. One of the crew, Isaac, had
been taken in for questioning by Mike beforehand he recognised Mike
detectives could get close to Martin, Isaac pulled out a .38 Special
stubbie Revolver that was hidden in his belt under his shirt. He
pointed it at the Jack and at the same time shouted out to Martin,
“Take cover, they’re coming for you!”
At first Jack and
Mike were confused but instinct kicked in immediately. Jack crouched
down and drew his service pistol aiming it back at Isaac. Mike had
taken cover behind a Ford Saturn that was parked on the side of the
street and had hastily drawn his service pistol.
Jack “Don’t shoot. We only want to ask Martin a few questions.”
Isaac looked over at
Martin, back at Jack, then aimed and squeezed the trigger.
Jack sensed that he
was going to fire and lunged to his left, rolling on the ground as
the bullet ricocheted off the tarmac at the exact spot he was a split
second before. Mike was too shocked at first to return fire and
watched as Jack continued to dodge more bullets. When he saw Jack
roll to safety around the side of a building he returned fire.
Mike’s shot was
wide of Isaac and caught the wall next to him, sending shards of
brick and mortar into his face. The rear glass of the Ford Saturn
shattered next to Mike. Dammit, there’s another shooter! Mike
peered over the trunk and saw movement in the doorway of the drug
store. He looked around for Isaac and when he didn’t see him,
guessed he had taken shelter with Martin behind the Corvette.
Mike looked across
at Jack, “You alright?”
“Yes, I’m fine.
Some skin off my hands but other than that no harm. How you doing?”
“I’m good, no
The street had gone
quiet. Anybody who had been around had gone into hiding the moment
the first bullets were fired. That suited Jack and Mike perfectly.
The last thing they wanted was for any innocent casualties, or
“How many more
minutes do you think?” asked Jack.
“About two or
“Damn. That long?
Should we make a move? What if they make a run for it?”
“Then they get
away. We need to wait for backup.”
The wail of a siren
in the distance broke the eerie silence.
“Here they come,”
make a run for it!” exclaimed Jack.
“Hang on Jack,
just another minute and the backup will be here.”
A bead of sweat ran
down the side of Jack’s forehead, carrying on down his cheek and
dripping off his jaw before splattering on his shoulder. It was now
or never. Jack moved around the building in full view of the Corvette
and drug store. He saw movement in the doorway of the drug store and
raised his gun, pulling the trigger the moment he saw a shape fill
the doorway. His bullet landing with a thud as it sent a blood
splatter against the white frame.
The body fell in a
crumpled heap on the ground, a dark pool of blood growing larger and
larger on the floor. From behind the Corvette, Isaac had stood up and
aimed directly at Jack. Before he could pull the trigger, a bullet
caught him in the shoulder sending him reeling backwards. As he was
spinning Isaac managed to get off three shots, the gun wavering in
That was too much
for Martin to handle and he got up and sprinted for the drug store.
Jack saw him running and aimed, firing two shots in quick succession.
Martin fell to the ground, grabbing his leg and screaming in pain.
The bullet had caught him squarely on the knee, shattering his knee
cap. Jack walked calmly across to Martin who was writhing in pain on
girl?” He knelt next to him.
Martin looked up at
Jack, his face contorted with agony. “Get me a doctor” he
“Is she still
alive?” Jack placed his hand close to Martin’s shattered knee.
Jack moved his hand
slighter higher and started squeezing. Martin yelled out in pain.
“Ok, ok, stop! She’s gone.”
“Where did you put
“We buried it. In
“The garden at
Isaac’s house, on Wood Street.”
“You hear that
Mike?” Jack stood up and looked around for Mike.
That is when he saw
Mike’s motionless body lying on the ground. “Mike!” He ran over
to Mike’s body and lifted his blood-soaked head, placing his arm
underneath it. Tears streaming down his face he pounded Mike’s
chest with his fist “Why! Why! Why!”
This was the sight
that greeted the squad car as it pulled up, sirens wailing: Jack
holding onto Mike’s lifeless body, Martin writhing on the ground in
pain, and two bodies lying motionless on the floor.
The two deputies
were out of the squad car in a flash. Guns drawn they moved in on
“Damn Jack, what
happened?” one of them asked as he got close to Jack. Jack looked
up, Mike’s blood smeared down his left cheek.
“They killed him!
They killed Mikey!” wailed Jack, dropping his head to look down at
The patrolman pulled
the radio’s microphone strapped to his shoulder to his mouth.
“Bravo Two Zero this is Papa Seven. Over.”
He waited for a few
seconds for a response. “Papa Seven this is Bravo Two Zero. Send.
“Bravo Two Zero we
have an officer down. I repeat we have an officer down at 6853
Halstead Street. Copy Over.”
Confirmed Officer Down. Dispatching medical assistance. Hold On.
The radio fell
silent for a few seconds before crackling back to life. “Papa
Seven. Medical assistance on its way. ETA three minutes. Over”
“Bravo Two Zero.
Roger that. Over and Out”
The second patrolman
had moved across to Martin and rolled him onto his stomach, placing
his hands behind his back in handcuffs. Every time the patrolman
moved Martin he screamed out in pain.
screeched to a halt next to Jack. Two paramedics bust open the back
doors and scrambled towards Mike’s body, opening bags and dumping
equipment next to the where he lay. They ripped open his shirt and
placed the electrode pads of the Lifepak 15 monitor and defibrillator
onto his chest. Almost immediately the machine started emitting a
continuous high pitched beep sound.
“Please move aside
Sir. We need space.” The paramedic instructed Jack.
Jack stood up and
moved a few paces backwards.
start the analysis,” said Paul as he pressed the analyse button.
After a few seconds
the display beeped and Paul leant forward, reading the small
“Ok Jim, stay
clear, we need to shock.”
Jim moved a step
backward. Paul also moved slightly backwards and pressed the shock
button on the Lifepak. Mike’s body jerked as the force of the shock
made its way through his body. The beeping sound continued.
again. All clear,” said Paul as he sent another shock through
Still the beep sound
continued. The paramedics tried in vain for another ten minutes but
nothing could stop the machine from its continuous beep.
“I’m afraid we
have to call it, Jim,” said Paul as he looked at his watch.
“Time of death,”
replied Paul, “There’s nothing more we can do for him. I’m
afraid he’s gone.”
At that moment, a
black sedan with a flashing red light came to a screeching halt next
to the ambulance. The door opened and out stepped a man in a smart
suit, the street light glinting off his immaculately shined shoes.
Jack?” the man asked as he approached Jack.
“They shot him
Captain. We went to pick up that piece of garbage over there and they
started shooting at us. They killed Mikey!”
The captain looked
down at Mike’s body, and seeing his blood-soaked head knew there
was no chance he could have survived that headshot.
“Okay Jack. Come
and sit down in the back of my car. We need to clean this up and then
get your statement.” The captain put his arm around Jack and led
him to the back of his car, opening the door so Jack could sit down.
A crowd had started
to gather around the crime scene, curious as to what was happening.
“Get some tape and
move those people back!” the captain yelled at the two deputies.
replied one and made his way to the patrol car. He removed some
yellow tape from the trunk and cordoned off the crime scene.
A news truck had
arrived and within minutes the reporter was sending out live updates
which were being broadcast over the local TV station, WGN-TV. It
wouldn’t take long before the big stations like CNN picked up on
the story and sent their own reporters. Cop killings were big
By this time another
five police cars had arrived and were helping to keep the crowd back,
which was growing by the minute. The paramedics had placed silver
foil blankets over the deceased and were waiting for the pathologist
to arrive to hand the scene over. Jack sat in the back of the car,
almost in a trance. In the very depths of his daze he heard a
familiar voice calling out, “Jack!” He recognised that silky
voice immediately and lifted his head, looking around anxiously to
see where it came from.
She was standing
behind the yellow tape waving at him frantically. “Jack!” she was
calling out his name.
Jack got out of the
car and slowly made his way towards Millicent, his head bowed. He
couldn’t bear to look her in the eyes. When he got to the tape and
looked up, his face said it all. No words were needed. Millicent’s
eyes went wide and her face turned pale. She moved her hands around
her mouth and started gasping for air before collapsing on the
ground. Jack tried to reach across and catch her but he was too late.
The tears were
streaming down her face, mixing with her make-up and leaving trails
down her cheeks. Finally, a sound came out of her mouth. At first it
started as a bone piercing scream, sending chills down the spine of
all gathered there and then changed to a pleading, begging voice “No!
There was nothing
Jack could do except put his arms around her and try to shield her
from seeing Mike’s body. He held her as tightly as he could,
rocking gently as they sat on floor. Her sobbing grew less and less,
and after a few minutes the initial shock had worn off. Milly lifted
her head from Jack’s shoulder and used the back of her hand to wipe
the tears away from her face.
she asked Jack, looking into his face. She could see from the pain in
Jack’s eyes that this was hurting him as much as it was hurting
“They just started
shooting. Caught us by surprise. I managed to get one and then Mikey
also got one before they got him. It was a freak shot, the guy was
spinning around and shooting, the one bullet hit Mikey in the head.”
“Did he suffer?”
“No, he didn’t
even feel it. It killed him instantly. I know it’s not a
consolation but he didn’t even see it coming. I’m so sorry Milly.
I feel like it’s all my fault.”
Jack dropped his
head, staring at the floor. Millicent moved her hand under his chin
and lifted his face up, looking directly into his eyes.
“It wasn’t your
fault Jack. I know how close you and Mike were. I guess it’s always
a risk; every time you go out there you put your lives in danger. I
just thought it would never happen to Mike.”
The tears started to
fill her eyes as she smiled at Jack. Jack looked back at her and the
tears started flowing from his eyes.
“I’m so sorry
Milly! I’m so sorry.”
over and put her arms around Jack. It was her turn to console him.
They held each other for a few minutes, sobbing occasionally until
they both felt ready to face the world.
“Can I see his
body? I need to say goodbye” her voice quivered.
“Yes, come with
Millicent’s hand and he led her to where Mike’s body lay, covered
with the foil blanket.
“Do you want me to
take the blanket off Milly?”
“No, its fine, I
want to remember him as he was.”
Millicent knelt next
to Mikes body and placed her hand on top of his covered chest. She
closed her eyes and started a silent prayer. Mouthing the words, she
recited “The Lord is my shepherd” silently. When she had finished
her prayer, she made the sign of the cross over her chest and ended
with a loud “Amen.”
Jack stood next to
her, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. When Millicent had
finished her prayer, she rose to her feet, stood next to Jack, and
looked down at Mike’s body.
By this time the
crime scene investigators had arrived and were busy placing markers
where bullet shell casings lay and using chalk to outline any objects
of interest. There was an almost continuous flash of bulbs as they
snapped picture after picture. The captain looked across at Jack and
motioned him to come over.
“How is Mike’s
wife taking it?”
“A bit of a shock
at first Captain, but she seems alright now.”
“Can you do me a
favour Jack? Please take her home and look after her. You can come in
tomorrow morning and make your statement. The guys will be busy most
of the night processing this scene.”
“Sure thing, will
do Captain. What time tomorrow?”
“Say nine sharp”
“Okay see you
“One more thing
“How are you
Captain. Mike was a good cop and an even better friend. I’m gonna
miss him that’s for sure.”
“We are all gonna
miss him Jack. You be safe and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Jack turned around
and walked over to Millicent. He placed his arm around her shoulders
and led her towards his car, opening the front door and letting her
slip into the passenger seat. He closed the door and walked around to
the driver’s side, looking at Mike’s body one last time before
jumping behind the wheel and driving off.
Jack was at the
station at exactly nine a.m. the following morning. The Captain was
already seated behind his desk, docket book open and ready to
transcribe what Jack told him.
Jack. Sleep well?”
“As well as could
be expected Captain. Maybe an hour or two.”
Jack and Millicent
had stayed up most of the night, reminiscing about the good times
they had all spent together. They had opened a bottle of red wine in
Mike’s honour and nursed it the whole night. Millicent finally fell
asleep on the sofa as the first rays of the morning sun broke through
“Let’s start at
the beginning. You and Mike went to arrest Martin Armstrong. Take me
through what happened from the time you parked your car.”
“The plan was to
take Martin by surprise as he finished work. We would approach him as
he left the drug store and place him under arrest. What we didn’t
know is that two of his crew were also outside waiting for him to
finish work. When we saw him leaving the store we approached him on
foot. We were about fifteen yards away when a guy suddenly recognises
us as cops and warns Martin. He pulls out a gun and starts shooting
at us. Mike takes cover behind a car and I roll to my left until I
get cover behind the side of a building. Martin takes cover behind a
“How many shots
did he fire?”
“At least about
five. I wasn’t really counting, I was too busy dodging them.”
“Mike fired back
at the guy.”
“Did he hit him?”
“No I think he
missed. There was another guy standing in the doorway of the drug
store that we didn’t see. He took a shot at Mike.”
“Is that the shot
that killed him?”
“No, it missed and
took out the back window of the car he was hiding behind. That gave
the first shooter, Isaac I think his name was, an opportunity to get
cover behind the yellow Corvette, with Martin. We then waited for
backup to arrive.”
“How long did you
“A couple of
minutes. Mike was getting really edgy. He was worried that they would
make a run for it and we would lose them. I had to keep telling him
to wait for back up. Then we heard the siren in the distance. Mike
was convinced they would make a run for it. He got up and started
moving towards them. The guy in the doorway saw him and was about to
shoot Mike but I managed to shoot him first. Isaac got up from behind
the car and was about to fire at me when Mike shot him. Isaac managed
to get off a few rounds before he fell to the ground. Then Martin
tried to make a run for it and I managed to shoot his leg. I rushed
over to neutralize him and then I realised that Mike wasn’t behind
me. I looked around and saw his body. He must have been hit by one of
those flying bullets. It was bad luck, one in a million that it could
have hit him.”
“I spoke to the
pathologist this morning and he said that Mike was hit in the side of
“When Isaac was
shooting, Mike turned around and tried to get cover behind the car
again. That’s when he probably got hit.”
probably it. The bullet went clean through, from temple to temple.
They’ve been searching the for the bullet but haven’t managed to
“From what I can
see it’s pretty clear cut. Not much more to investigate. We will
charge Isaac with manslaughter. He is going to jail for a very long
“Good. Is there
anything else you need from me Captain?”
“No. Nothing at
the moment. Thanks, Jack.”
about taking some time off. Getting out of town for a while.”
“Sure Jack. Take
all the time you need.”
Jack got up and
walked out the station, pausing at the top of the stairs. He let out
a huge sigh, he felt like an enormous weight had been lifted off his
shoulders; he felt free.
The captain, staring
through a small crack in the blinds of his office window, watched
Jack as he made his way down the road and out of sight. He walked
over to the docket and closed the cover, sat down on his chair and
rubbed his chin, deep in thought.
Feeling better Jack
went straight to see Millicent. He had left the front door open and
walked straight in. He was expecting her to be fast asleep and was
surprised to see her making coffee when he walked into the kitchen.
How did you sleep?”
“I kept seeing
Mike in my dreams. He wants to tell me something but the words won’t
come out. It’s really freaky.”
“He probably just
wants to tell you how much he loves you.”
probably right. I still can’t believe that he’s gone. How was
your visit to the station?”
“All done, gave
the Captain my statement. That guy who killed Mike is going away for
a very long time. I just wish we still had the death penalty!”
“It’s not going
to bring Mike back.”
“Yes, I know but I
still want justice for him. How would you feel about going away with
me? Leaving this place for a while?”
know. What about Mike’s funeral?”
“I meant after his
funeral. I haven’t had a good break for years and this seems as
good a time as any. Give ourselves a chance to heal.”
“Well now that you
put it that way I suppose so. Where are you thinking of going?”
“Maybe the Bahamas
or somewhere in the Caribbean. Someplace quiet.”
“Okay, count me
Jack smiled to
himself, finally some good news after the last few days.
Mike’s funeral was
a somber affair. Half of the city’s police force was there, in full
dress uniform. The ceremony was touching and the Captain made a nice
speech, a special tribute to Mike and his years of service. His spoke
of his uncanny ability to read a crime scene, his courage and bravery
and about his compassion and empathy. He made a special mention of
Jack and how the two of them had grown up together, friends to the
end as he had put it.
When the funeral was
over Jack and Milly went away to the Bahamas, to a quiet resort. They
spent endless days relaxing around the pool, taking long walks on the
desolate beaches, leaving nothing but a trail of footprints. As the
days went by, their grief grew weaker and love for each other grew
After six long weeks
they hardly spoke about Mike at all and started talking about
regular, every day events. The weather, politics, favourite foods,
anything that crossed their minds. When their eight-week holiday came
to an end they had grown close. Boarding a plane for their flight
home was a sad affair. They had grown fond of the island and enjoyed
spending time together on it.
“Well, back to
reality” said Jack as they sat down in their seats, preparing for
“I really had a
good time Jack. Thanks so much for bringing me along.”
Jack smiled at Milly
and squeezed her hand.
“I think I am the
one that should be thanking you.”
“You know I was
thinking Jack. Maybe when we get back to Chicago we should move in
Jack was taken by
surprise. Although this was exactly what he was hoping for, the
timing caught him completely off guard.
know what to say.”
“If you are not
ready then it’s fine.”
“No, no, I’m
ready! I just wasn’t expecting us…. You know….”
“Don’t worry. I
Jack picked up her
hand and kissed the back of it before holding it tightly. He sat back
in his chair, beaming from ear to ear.
The flight lasted
just over three and a half hours before the Captain announced that
they were preparing their descent. Jack had held onto Milly’s hand
for the entire flight and gave it a little squeeze as they felt the
plane begin its descent. The landing was silky smooth with the wheels
touching down at almost exactly the same time. The pilot had to hit
the brakes quite hard to make sure they didn’t overshoot the
slipway that led the plane to its parking bay.
As the plane was
signaled in by the marshal, Milly looked outside the window and
noticed that there were two police cars parked next to the plane,
Probably some VIP
being picked up on the runway. Can’t wait like the rest of us.
Milly stood up and removed her bag from the overhead storage before
placing it on the seat. She noticed that Jack, who hated standing
around waiting, was getting fidgety. After a few minutes the doors
opened and the passengers began to disembark.
Being a true
gentleman Jack let Milly go first. As she walked down the aisle
towards the door, Jack got caught up by an old lady who needed help
getting her suitcase down.
“Go on ahead, I’ll
catch up” Jack told Milly as he stopped to assist the old lady.
Milly smiled back at
him and carried on her way. She reached the door and noticed there
was a flight of stairs down to the tarmac, not the usual walkway
straight into the terminal. Must be doing renovations. Milly
made her way down the stairs, noticing a gentleman and two police
officers waiting at the bottom. The gentleman looked familiar, she
had seen him somewhere before. She wracked her brain. Where did
she know him from? Where had she seen him before?
As she remembered, a
voice erupted from the top of the stairs.
“Captain? What a
surprise. What are you doing here?”
“Jack. We have to
talk.” The captain’s hand moved slowly behind his back, the back
of his jacket lifting slightly.
Milly turned around
and looked at Jack. He was standing on top of the stairs, staring
down at his Captain.
“You know what
about Jack. I always thought something didn’t smell right. Then we
got some video footage from a CCTV camera across the road. I know the
“Jack, what’s he
There’s been a misunderstanding.”
“Oh no Jack
there’s been no misunderstanding. You killed Mike. You shot him in
the side of the head. It’s all on the camera footage. What I want
to know is why?”
“What, No. It
can’t be! Is that right Jack? Is he telling the truth?”
The expression on
Jack’s face changed, he became annoyed.
“You want to know
why! Well I played second fiddle to Mike for nearly thirty years. I
had Milly first and then he took her away from me! He got to go home
to her every day and who did I have? Nobody!” His eyes moved to
Millicent. “Milly I loved you from the first day I met you. I
couldn’t face another day without you. I knew that Mike would never
leave you. It was the only way we could be together.”
Her face started turning red, tears of rage building in her eyes.
‘Come on down
Jack. Let’s go to the station and talk about this.”
Looking around, Jack
saw that he was trapped with nowhere to go. Then he noticed the
luggage car. It was making its way towards their plane. If he timed
it well he could land on one of the trailers it was towing, slide off
and make his getaway. It was worth a chance.
Jack edged himself
closer to the rail.
“Talk about what
Captain? You locking me away for twenty years. You know I won’t
last a month in jail. Not with all the people I’ve put there!”
make sure you get looked after Jack. Call it professional courtesy.”
but I think I’ll have to take a rain check.”
The words had hardly
left Jack’s mouth as he sprang from the rail. He timed his jump to
perfection as he sailed through the air and landed squarely in the
middle of one of the luggage cart’s trailers. The tarpaulin
cushioned his fall and he slid down the side, hitting the ground with
both feet. He glanced over the Captain and gave a smug grin before
sprinting towards the terminal.
Jack didn’t see
the refueling truck that was motoring down the runway. He ran
straight into its path. He was tossed high into the air, the force of
the blow breaking multiple bones in his body. He landed in a crumpled
heap on the ground, unable to move. His legs were lying at ninety
degrees to the rest of his body, a bone protruding through the skin
of his left arm. At first he felt nothing and then as he began to
come to his senses the wave of pain hit him all at once. He lay on
the floor, groaning, blood starting to trickle from his mouth.
Millicent had made
her way around the stairs and walked slowly up to Jack, watching as
the life was slowly leaving his body. As Milly stared into his eyes,
Jack could see the hatred.
“Go and burn in
hell you bastard!”
Through the pain,
Jack managed to clench his teeth. “Milly, I’m sorry. It was all
because I loved you.”
“You know Jack I
was wrong before. I do want the death penalty for Mike and today I am
going to get it.”
She turned around
and walked away. “Please Milly, don’t leave me, don’t go!”
Jack watched as she
disappeared around the stairs, the permanent darkness slowly
descending over him as he exhaled his last breath.
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