Cross-Over Murders by Frank F. Atanacio Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Three

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The captain stormed into O’Brien’s office without knocking. He pushed the door so hard that the window shattered all over the floor.
“Captain?”
“Are those decoys still out there!”
“Captain?”
“You heard me!” He shouted.
“I’m sorry captain,” O’Brien was still rattled because of the shattered glass. He was trying to gain composure and it failed him.
“Well?”
“I didn’t understand your question.”
“The fucking decoys!” He shouted. “Are they still out there on the streets? Are they still in danger? Which question do you want to answer?”
“Captain, I sent Cruz and Fuentes to pull them off.,” he replied. “They’ll be picked up shortly.”
“So they are still out there?”
“Yes sir,” O’Brien replied.
“Cruz and Fuentes are pulling them off?”
“As we speak, sir.”
The captain nodded as he tried calming himself by breathing slowly. “I’m sorry about the door.”
“It was time for a new one anyways,” O’Brien added.
The captain tried to smile.
“They’ll be off the street shortly, captain,” O’Brien continued. “I made sure of that by sending Cruz and Fuentes. They should be safe by now.”
“I don’t want anymore of my men out there without protection,” he said. “It was a bad idea having them go into the field unarmed. That mistake may have just caused us to lose a good cop. I can’t believe we permitted it.”
O’Brien nodded.
“I also can’t believe we didn’t see the pick up,” said the captain. “Who was on duty, and who missed the pick up?”
O’Brien did not reply.
“Don’t protect the son of a bitch?”
“I’m not sir.”
“Then who missed the fucking pick-up?”
“You did sir.”
“What?”
“You were on duty watching pick-ups.”
“I did?”
“Yes sir.”
His head fell to his chest.

“You were also training some men so you may have misjudged your position,” O’Brien said trying to protect his captain’s feelings.
“I still messed up.”
O’Brien nodded slowly.
“Did you get a hold of Nick?”
“I saw him and explained everything to him. I know for a fact that he is going out knocking on doors,” O’Brien replied while looking at the shattered glass all over his floor. “He’s going to continue until he digs something up.”
“We better find that man alive!”
“We may not, captain.”
The captain just shot daggers at O’Brien with his stare. He didn’t want to hear anything negative. He just wanted the positives to fill the room. “Pete, he is a young man with a young family. I don’t want to give his wife bad news. It was me who didn’t see the pick-up.”
“Sir,” O’Brien started while standing. “You may have to. He might just kill Bobby because he’s a cop. The murderer may not have a choice. And captain, any one of us could have missed the pick-up. That’s not what we need to dwell on. We have to find him.”
“Or, he may let him go because he is a cop,” said the captain. “I don’t think this crazy nut would want to go down in history as a cop killer. Who does?”
“I hope you’re right, boss.”
The captain frowned.
“I got thirty men looking around for Bobby,” said O’Brien. “We have cops in other cities doing the same. We’re working as a team, and we will get a team results.”
The captain nodded.
“It’s the best we can do.”
“I know Pete,” he said softly. “I know.”
“Did you call his wife?”
“That was the first thing I did, Pete.”
“How she take it?”
He looked at O’Brien, but did not answer.
“I understand.”
“All this can be avoided if we just find him,” said the captain. “I mean find him alive, not dead. And boy do I hope to God that we find him alive. I don’t want to have that stuck in my mind for the rest of my life.”
“Captain, it could have been anyone of us, I told you that.”
“But it wasn’t, it was me!”
“So we just have to find him, sir.”
“Yeah, alive.”
“I agree a hundred percent,” said O’Brien. “But remember, it could have happened to anyone of us. Keep that in your mind. We all make mistakes.”
“Not costly ones.”
“Even costly ones,” O’Brien added
He turned slowly, and then stopped. “Pete?”
“Captain?”
“Do you think we may have a chance in finding him alive?”
“Off the record?”
The captain nodded.
“Yes,” he lied. “I think we do.”
“Honestly?”
“Yes,” O’Brien replied without conviction.
Dead or Alive, is what was going through O’Brien’s head.
Dead or Alive?