Monday morning came as any other day would for Marcus. Only Marcus didn’t have shots in the morning, instead made a very strong pot of coffee. He
got dressed in his best suit, which was a brown non tailored suit that he found almost didn’t fit him. He had wing tipped shoes, a bit old school
but that’s how Marcus was. He was only forty one, but the grey hair was starting to show more than he wanted. Looking in the mirror at the ghost
that was now his reflection, small panic attack hit him. He opened the bottle of Xanax that was sitting next to about ten others. See Marcus had been
planning on killing himself if he could be a cop anymore. He had no other skills and who wants to hire a boozer? Thankfully those are given to him by
his doctor so after taking one, he put the bottle in his pocket and breathed in deeply and said,
“Lets do this, you can do this”.
Marcus grabbed the keys to his late model white Crown Victoria and the envelop with the letter in it, on a tiny table in his tiny apartment and locked
the door behind him. The morning traffic out of his neighborhood was not too bad, but the streets of New York, lets just say you have to be quick with
your feet. You will get cut off. Even at a red light, if you can believe that. Honking, glaring, yelling were all staples of a good New York Commute.
The Xanax was kicking in and with the coffee Marcus was feeling, well normal.
Marcus showed his paperwork to the officer at the gate to the covered parking, after reviewing the paper work that officer said sorry and that he
would have to park across the street. Across the street wasn’t even for the beat cops, it was for volunteers and secretaries. Marcus said to
himself after smiling and thanking the officer,
“The hits just keep coming” and drove across the street to park. It was winter now, and the cold wind slapped him in the face after the heat was
turned off. The only thing he liked about parking in the covered parking were the standing space heaters, they would keep you somewhat warm from your
walk to the car.
Once inside the lobby, he had to check with the front desk lady, who he was sure he parked next to. Once checking in there, he had to go to the fourth
floor for some paperwork. Once he got the paperwork filled out, he was to head to the 6th to drop it off, and then to the seventh to wait for his
superiors on what his tasks will be. By the time he was waiting in the lobby of the seventh floor it was 4:.30 pm, and Marcus got there at 7:30 am.
This was a very long day, and two Xanax later he was a bit tired. Finally the secretary said his name and he was on his way in to the lions den.
“Have a seat Marcus.” Capitan Swingser said pointing palm up to a seat in front of two other people, one of whom Marcus recognized the precincts
“So Marcus...” the one on the Capitan’s left was talking now, but Marcus didn’t know his name. “We heard you had a bit of trouble here a few
months ago, and we are here to make sure your transition is as smooth as possible.” He then smiled big bright pearly whites.
“Who are you sir?” Marcus asked in the most respectful tone.
“Good question.” The man looked at Capitan Swingser, and Swingser nodded.
“I am Larry mend, your new supervisor.” He smiled without his teeth this time.
“I thought Tom Ridge was my supervisor?” Marcus looked at the Captain, but got the answer from Larry.
“Well you aren’t a Sargent anymore, so you wont be with the normal people your are used to working with. You can try to work back up to homicide,
but you would be starting at the bottom with a past.”
“I see.” That was all that Marcus could muster, and a third Xanax was starting to look good to him.
“Listen Marcus this isn’t a punishment more as it is you getting back to what made you a cop in the first place. This about finding what gave you
that fire in begin with” The Captain sounded convincing, but Marcus knew it was bulls#it.
“May I chime in?” It was Derek, the precincts shrink ready to hand out pills and make the cop population docile.
“Shure Derek, what did you have in mind?” the Capitan said a little to cheery for his own good.
“Well, counseling, one or twice a week. You can schedule it any time in that week or even do them back to back.” Fcuking great thought Marcus,
not only have I been stripped of everything that mattered to me now this? Embracing.
“What about my parking spot? Or parking in general, I want covered parking.” Marcus was just changing the subject.
A look came over the three of them as puzzlement. They sat there for a few seconds, then the Capitan said,
“Sure. You got it Marcus”
“I have something to bring to your attention.” Marcus said, pulling out the envelope he brought with him.
“Look, there is no need to apologize, we all have these moments, we just need to bounce back..” Marcus cut off the Capitan.
“Its not about that, though I am truly sorry for what I did. I received a letter from John.” Marcus pulled out the plastic bag and laid on the
“John who?” Said the Capitan, with a puzzled look.
“The John I used to know? The man who had his wife and unborn child killed, and then almost got murdered himself? The man who hunted down Allen
Carter and killed him, did we ever find that mans body?” Said Marcus wondering if he himself was forgotten then a file brought up to bring people to
“Now I remember.” The Capitan said looking at Derek.
“You worked that case for a while didn’t you? Well at least, looking for Marias killer, you didn’t get to do the follow up looking for John
because of your incident here with the drinking and all. It drove a lot of our detectives crazy looking for that body, one of ours even ended up
missing, only to find his throat slashed.” The Capitan lit a cigarette.
“So you got a letter from a fugitive, hand it over and we well have it analyzed, and checked for prints assuming yours are all over it.”
“I wore gloves Robert. There were no hairs in or on envelope, or pages, I did save the glue strip, for DNA to see if it’s who we are looking for.
I want to be on this case.”
Capitan Swingser laughed out loud. Marcus remained serious, didn’t smile at all. The smile faded from the Capitan’s face.
“You’re serious. Absolutely not, you are no longer homicide, and won’t be for quiet some time. We will handle this and if you are on your best
behavior, maybe I will throw you a few crumbs on this. Now go with Mend there and he will give you your new assignment.”
“Sir nobody knows John better than me, I can get him just give me a chance.” Marcus almost lost his composure.
“The answer is no, and don’t make me tell you again to follow your superior officer to you new assignment.” The Capitan sat half way up and
started to get angry. So Marcus left it alone, but it wasn’t the last he would hear of Marcus, he might just have to go higher, which was frowned
As Marcus was walking down the endless corridors to the auto theft division, he couldn’t help but wonder what was going to happen next, will the
bodies pile up? Or was John a one trick pony? He had the guts to kill Allen Carter. In the letter it didn’t even sound like him.
“Here we are this is you.” Larry was pointing to a small desk, two times smaller than the desk he had before this mess. It was in a row of others,
now walls. Smoke hung in the air thick like smog. There were random coffee stains on the desk too.
“Bathrooms are over there, break room right next to it. Once you get settled you come see me for some case files. You did request to work night’s
right?” Larry said half walking away.
“Yeah I did...” Marcus said looking around this dank, Smokey, poorly lit, depressing room. Looking up there was a sky light above his desk that
“Good, you will find a lot of great guys here!” Larry was almost into his office now.
Looking around more, Marcus could see a few others smoking with their heads down making reports, building files upon endless files. So Marcus went to
the break room, got some really terrible coffee and went to see Lary.
“Okay here you go.” Larry handed Marcus a thick stack of case file. “Are you familiar with what you have to do?”
“Yeah, call victims, write the reports organize them then work them while following leads.” Said Marcus as drab as drab could be.
“We don’t leave here. So once you have the file ready and all contacts, phone numbers, addresses organized, prep the file, and then give it to our
unit that follows up on that lead. We found by splitting up that work people specialized in their jobs and the burn out rate was considerably less. So
it should be a cake job for you.” Larry took a phone call and Marcus walked out and sat at his desk.
This was the next phase in Marcus’s life, a boring, mundane, lifeless dribble, those bottles of Xanax where starting to look good again, maybe he
would have them for dinner sometime, with a nice bottle of vodka. So this is how it went. No more letters, just files, and files and files. One day
Marcus came home to see a package at his door step, and he didn’t order anything.
Not taking a chance Marcus stepped over the box into his apartment. Put on some gloves, and took the box inside very carefully. There were no wires or
smudges to indicate a hidden machine. With a box cutter Marcus carefully cut the box tape on the top. Stopping then taking a Xanax he began again. The
tape was cut, now he peeled two of the folds back then the other two. What he found inside was another letter and a DVD.
Marcus read the Note first. Which read:
Dear Marcus, so sorry that they wont let you hunt me. They just don’t know how close we are. So here is something to convince them to let you on the
Marcus opened the DVD sleeve and sat the DVD on the soft cloth he prepared. He checked the sleeve for finger prints and fibers, nothing was found,
then the DVD, still nothing. He then went over the box and checked the tap to see if anything got caught, nothing did.
Marcus fired up the DVD player, and pressed play.
On the DVD, was John, and John talked to Marcus.
“Hey Marcus, how are you? I’m doing well as you can see”. John panned the camera to a chubby woman he had tied to a post in some sort of garage.
There were metal chains attached to her hands, which bound them and chains on her feet as well. She was nude, except for her panties were still on.
She seamed to be bleeding from the head quiet a bit as it slid down her half naked body. She was screaming against the gag ball he put in her mouth.
John was wearing a rain suit of all things, bright yellow. His hair had gotten long too as well as his beard. John turned the camera back to him.
“So it’s been quite a while, you know when I wrote that letter you were still on your way to being Capitan. How long did you have that letter
before you let the now Capitan have it? One and a half years? Paid probation, you got off lucky. They could have crucified you, well I guess they did
in a way, at least your sprit has been crushed. Remember when we talked most nights about how you have just killing yourself and your job is just too
much sometimes. You would say nothing exciting ever happens. Well Marcus now it has and what will you do? How will you chase me? Head on? From side to
side like a snake?
Well I’m nothing without you am I? You are the hunter, and so am I. So what happens when a hunter is hunted? I chose you because who better to take
me down? Who better to take me in guns blazing, looking like a fcuking rock star?
You deserve it the most because you have worked hard. That letter was just messing with you, letting you know I’m still alive and well. Now this one
is to re light that fire Marcus just like the Capitan said.”
John panned the camera back to the woman, and set it on a tripod. He came in front of the camera wearing a mask. One that looked hand made of possible
steel, and it was a devils face. Medium length horns and a twisted face with a smile. The steel looked like a dark red. John produced a knife, and
then stuck it into the stomach of the woman who screams again against the gag ball. He then took it out twisted it upside down and a hook was visible,
he stuck the knife back in the hole, and ripped it down splitting the stomach of the woman open.
She began to convulse and black out. He then reached in and pulled the bloody, stringy, fat spaghetti looking material out of her. Then Marcus noticed
him digging further down, and produced a fetus. John turned back to the camera and asked behind the mask,
“Does this make you angry Marcus? Capitan Swingser, Marcus is lead on this do you understand? If not I will kill more people. I have had my eye on a
certain nun I have been confessing to, it would be a shame for her to end up outside of an abortion clinic.” John switched off the camera. The DVD
Marcus sat stunned, now he knows that John has gone off the deep end, his lust for blood, went far beyond revenge this time. It was in another realm.
Why did he take that woman’s fetus out? How could he do that? After what happened to him you would think he would never have done that. Marcus knew
what it meant, it meant that he was going to hunt John, and that it’s not even John anymore.
Marcus removed the DVD, from the player put it back in the sleeve, put the DVD and note into two separate bags, and went back to the station. The
Capitan was just getting ready to leave.
“Sir you are going to need to see this.” No I can’t I have dinner with the wife, you know that.
“Its John Robert, he just sent me something. I opened it but didn’t look at what it was.” Marcus lied because he didn’t want the Capitan to
suspend him again. “There is a DVD and a note, I did read the note.”
The Capitan turned a shade of red Marcus has never seen. He picked up the phone in his office, “Janelle, yes its Robert, can I speak to Chris? Chis
it Robert I need you to come in, now. I know you just got to the restaurant, but it’s about that cold case John Manwell, are you familiar? Good, be
here in an hour call Martinez and Cromwell on your way, put Janelle back on. Janelle I’m so sorry to drag your husband away but its time to catch
the bad guys, I know, he will get that vacation don’t you worry. Okay…Okay Bye” The Capitan loosened then took off his tie.
“Thank you for the evidence Marcus, you are dismissed.” He wiped his brow that was starting to sweat.
“That was addressed to me again; I want to know what’s on the DVD. My life might be in danger.” Marcus was now inside the Capitan’s office.
“Fine, but don’t think for one second you will be on that team.” Said the Capitan and pointing at Marcus.
Chris Gain, Jean Martinez and Lab technician Lana Comwell arrive within minuets of each other. On arrival Lana dons some gloves and starts to head for
the lab with Martinez, The Capitan, Martinez, Gain and Marcus in tow. Lana puts the letter on the lab light and turns it one, the letter printed on
computer paper is now see through. She takes a microscope and goes over every inch of it, nothing. Then the same with the DVD and the DVD sleeve.
Didn’t find fiber, or prints. She searched the box with the scope and found oil. Standard engine oil. Sold everywhere.
By the time comwell was finished, it was close seven o’clock in the evening. That meant that Marcus stopped his night shift at three in the morning
so in all Marcus did a twenty five hour shift. Marcus could feel his eyes closing, until he was asleep in the chair. Woken up by the Capitan, with a
cup of coffee.
“You should go home we will let you know what’s on the tape, get some sleep Marcus.” The Capitan looked sincere, but he doubted it, it was
probably because he was tired.
Marcus stood up stretched and took a good pull from the coffee. He got into his car and drove home in a haze. He didn’t even remember closing the
car door, or his apartment door. He fell into bed when it was dark, and woke up in the darkness the next day to pounding on his door
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