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The Blue Wall - Chapter 20
The Blue Wall - Chapter 20
distant ears
Nikki poured the water into the coffee maker and almost immediately it
started to percolate down into the empty pot. She removed the coffee cake
from the oven and had just set on the rack to cool when the doorbell rang.
Nikki opened the door and there stood Danny, hands full of fresh cut
daisies.
"Damn, it smells great in there!" he said as his nostrils filled with the
sweet smell of cinnamon. "Brought you a little present. I hope you like
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daisies."
"Sorry to hear that." Danny said, tossing the bunch of flowers over his
shoulder.
"No I’m just kidding!" she screamed as she watched the delicate flowers
fly through the air and scatter over the front lawn.
"Now you tell me!" he laughed and began to gather the flowers together
again.
In about thirty seconds he turned around and presented her with a new
bunch of daisies, their stems broken, most of them missing a petal or two.
"Here, let me put those in a vase." she said, tossing them in the trash can.
"Would you like some coffee cake or you want me to just throw it on the
lawn?"
a deal?"
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She spit in her hand and clutched onto Danny’s before he could pull it
back. When she released her grip, he grinned sheepishly and wiped his hand
"Well, now that we have the pleasantries out of the way let’s get down to
business."
The two of them sat, drank coffee and nibbled at their cake for a few
"I guess we can assume that since IA is going to the trouble of bugging its
officers this thing is pretty fucking serious, eh?" Danny asked, brushing his
"Garland says it may go all the way up to the deputy chief, so yeah it’s
pretty serious."
funneled it to a tape recorder. The two vehicle occupants sat in the non-
descript gray Chevy, fast food wrappers gathered around their feet.
"So what does the man say about all of this?" the passenger said as he
"Yeah, kill him, ice him, whack him! You know…the big sleep!"
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"Nah fuck that! I didn’t sign on for that!"
The driver reached over and grabbed the passenger by the lapels and
"Look asshole, you’re in this just as deep as I am! We can both swim or
we can both sink together. Besides, any killing to do and I’ll do it. It’ll be a
"What good will killing Tilden do? He already talked to IA. They got him
on tape!"
"You mean these tapes here?" the driver said, producing several micro-
"Where the hell did you get those?" the passenger asked incredulously.
"You got that right!" the passenger replied, turning to look out the
window.
"We’re just spinning our wheels here. I’ll drop your sorry ass off and go
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The passenger didn’t answer. He just stared out the window.
Inside the apartment, Danny and Nikki had run through the whole story
several times and had come up with what they thought was the final version.
Terrence O’Neil was in league with Doobie Flowers and had just made a
major cocaine score. Terrence decided that he didn’t want to split the profits
drug. Instead of croaking, Doobie went off his nut and started shooting
people outside The Acey-Ducey Club. When it got out that not only didn’t
Doobie die, but he was in police custody, Terrence must have called his
daddy the Deputy Chief to come save his ass again which he did…with
extreme prejudice.
"The only thing we don’t know for sure," Danny said after the summation,
"is whether the DC was just acting out of fatherly love or if he could have
"That’s really just a small detail though.’ Nikki added. "What we have
here is a major police official who has committed a murder to cover the
tracks of his son, also a police officer, who tried to kill his partner in a major
drug deal but instead was responsible for him killing four people at a night
"You bet your ass, oy." Danny said looking at his watch. "Hey, we still
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have two hours left until visiting hours are over. You wanna go with me to
see Chad? Maybe he can tie all this together for us."
Within minutes Danny and Nikki were pulling up in front of St. Thomas
Medical Center. As they rounded the corner to the parking lot they were
greeted by a sea of flashing lights. Squad cars and unmarked units were
parked in a mish mash in front of the emergency room entrance, some with
The two of them were set upon as soon as they cleared the doors. Garland
"What the hell’s going on Smitty? Is Chad all right?" he asked, half not
wanting to know.
"Chad’s fine Danny, thank God. Somebody tried to kill him though."
"What the hell are you talking about? Who tried to kill him?"
Garland pulled his notebook from his pocket, unwrapped a rubber band
"You ever see this guy before?" he asked, handing the I.D. to Sullivan.
Danny gave it the once over. It was a California driver’s license belonging
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"No, I’ve never seen him before. Is that the guy who tried to kill Chad?"
"Not unless you brought a spirit medium." Garland smirked. "The fucker’s
Garland slipped the I.D and notepad back into his pocket.
Anyway, he goes in to check on Chad and finds this guy trying to smother
him with a pillow. They get in a wrestling match and BLAM the fucker gets
himself killed."
"How’d he get into the room without your guy seeing him?"
our guy went to use the shitter, he slips in and goes to work."
"Nikki and I were just on our way up to see Chad. Any chance that can
still happen?"
"I don’t have a problem with that. Do you Nikki?" Danny asked, looking
"Not at all." she replied. "In fact Garland might want to hear what we have
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to talk about."
reporters. Camera flashes blinded them until they were safe in the solitude of
the elevator. The doors slid shut, almost trapping a hand holding a
microphone.
"We had Chad moved to a different room so they could process the crime
Danny glanced in to see a body lying on the sterile white tile floor. A small
pool of blood ran from underneath its head and there was a spray of blood on
the bed linens. The photographer snapped JuJuan’s last portraits as evidence
techs gathered shell casings and other pertinent items into small plastic
They were just four steps shy of Chad’s room when a uniformed officer
sprinted around the corner with a look of grim shock on his face.
"Sergeant Smith, they need you back at the station! Tank Mitchell’s been
murdered!"
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