Cross-Over Murders by Frank F. Atanacio Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

O’Brien was the last police officer to arrive at the crime scene. There was yellow caution tape blocking off the entrance to Rooster River over on North Avenue where the body of Nopal Shovensky was found. He was the latest victim of the cross-over murders.
“Captain?”
The captain nodded.
“When?”
“Maybe last night.”
“Latino?”
“No,” the captain replied. “He was a Polish Immigrant. He still had his wallet on him with a few hundred dollars. His name is Nopal Shovensky.”
O’Brien grimaced.
“The uniforms will ask questions around the area,” said the captain. “They’ll canvas about a mile radius. Maybe they’ll come up with something tangible.”
O’Brien nodded. He knew there was nothing more boring than basic detective work. He knew that the officers were going to ask the same questions to different people, and most likely come up with the same answers. It was a boring task indeed, but it had to be done. It was part of the job. Thank god, not his.
“Keep the people back!” The captain shouted as he saw a small crowd that were running to get there. They were running to see the dead man.
The captain couldn’t really understand the rational thinking of these types of people. They enjoy witnessing death, but they fail to get involved. Just like moths to a flame, they are attracted so much to it. It was a mystery he wanted answers to, but not right at the moment. That had to wait for another time.
“Keep those people back!” He shouted again, pointing to some of the people who were trying to get under the caution tape.
The houses on the block, directly across from the small river were two-family homes, and the porches were packed with on-lookers trying to get a glimpse of the situation. A distinctive expression infected their faces as most of them were still wearing their pajamas. Mostly looking on out of curiosity and perhaps fascination.
A young police woman wearing a light blue riot helmet slipped and fell as she was trying to hold back the line. She was quickly helped up by Nick PT Barnum, as he entered the crime scene.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She nodded.
“I’m Nick Barnum,” he said. “At your service.”
She smiled.
Nick started walking toward the captain and O’Brien, but the young police officer grabbed his arm. “I’m sorry Nick Barnum, you can’t pass the line.”
“I’m here to see the captain,” he said.
“He’s busy.”
“I’m part of this investigation,” he continued.
“Not today,” she said. “Thanks for helping me up, but I just can’t let you in.”
Nick grimaced.
“It’s okay Officer Jenkins,” the captain called. “He’s with us.”
She nodded and Nick grinned almost sheepishly.
“This is getting way out of hand,” said the captain.
“The crowd?” O’Brien asked.
“No, the killings.”
“Hey guys, “Nick said standing over the edge and looking down toward the rescue workers who were trying to wrap the body. “Damn, it keeps going on and on.”
“It has to stop,” said the captain.
O’Brien nodded in agreement.
“What’s are next move?” Nick asked.
“We’re waiting for you to get picked up,” replied the captain.
Nick nodded.
“What?” The captain asked.
“Nothing.”
“What is it, Nick?”
“I’m just having no luck being picked up,” he said. “It just seems that the guy is looking for weaklings.”
“That Polish guy hardly seems weak,” said O’Brien.
Nick looked again.
“He’s right Nick.”
“Then why am I not getting bites?”
“Maybe you shouldn’t try to get picked up,” said O’Brien. “Maybe you should follow these contractors.”
“I have undercover cops doing that,” said the captain. “Still no bite.”
Nick nodded.
“Just keep at it Nick,” said the captain. “Something has to give.”
“It better give soon,” Nick said gravely as he looked into the river again. “Real soon.”
The captain nodded.
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