Cross-Over Murders by Frank F. Atanacio Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty

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The tail wasn’t very difficult at all because the color of the truck. Nick kept his distance and they waited until the dark stranger dropped off the young woman. Nick sat at the corner as he watched the female kiss her boyfriend good-bye.
“I saw that truck several times,” Nick confessed.
“Me too,” The captain admitted.
“Black driver?” Nick tossed.
“Guilty.”
“Me too,” Nick said softly.
“What the hell are you guys talking about?” O’Brien chimed in.
“I didn’t suspect him of being a serial killer because he was black,” Nick confessed.
“What?”
“I’m guilty of that too, Pete,” said the captain.
O’Brien brought his fist up to his face and took several deep breaths, once he regained his composure he punched the roof of the truck.
“Hey Pete!” Nick shouted.
“You guys beat everything!” He shot back.
“He didn’t fit the profile,” added the captain.
“Murderers come in all colors!” O’Brien shouted.
“But serial killers don’t.”
O’Brien huffed.
“We are on him now,” said the captain.
“You didn’t see the name on the truck?” O’Brien continued. “And what that guy said in the hospital about the devil. Didn’t you guys put two and two together?”
“I didn’t look at the writing on the truck until he pulled into the parking lot at the liquor store,” Nick replied.
“Me neither,” the captain added. “Me neither.”

Captain Roque felt a little strange allowing this contractor to come and go as he pleased. It was something he took no comfort in. He doubted that he had much sensitivity left in his body. What he did take comfort in was the fact that they were on the tail of the Cross-Over murderer. It was going to come down to the end. He just wondered if the decoy was still alive. They wanted to follow the red truck until it stopped. They wanted to make an arrest right away, but he had to know whether or not they were going to make a grisly discovery.
“Okay, he’s off,” said O’Brien as the private eye started the tail again.
“Whatever you do Nick,” the captain started. “Don’t lose him.”
“I never lost a tail in my entire career,” Nick assured the captain. “And I won’t start now.”
The captain smiled.
The dark stranger drove down New Field Avenue and up a one way street. He turned sharply toward a wooded area near Pleasure Beach. He stopped the truck next to an abandoned junk yard now mostly covered in old cars and lots of trees. He unlocked the gate and he let himself in. Nick parked the truck about twenty feet away and watched. The captain thought about Robert White and wondered what condition would he be in? He thought about the decoy being barely alive, and that’s how far his intuition would allow him to go. He didn’t want to cross over the being dead line. Not until the proof was right before his eyes. As far as the captain was concerned, Robert White was alive and well.
O’Brien was opening the door, but the captain glared at him so he did not.
“When?” Nick asked.
“On my say so.”
Nick nodded.
“He’s going to hear us breaking down that fence,” said O’Brien.
“I have a tool to break the lock,” Nick said.
“Lets go,” ordered the captain.
The trio got out of the truck and hurried as quickly as they could after Nick removed a sharp tool from the back of his truck and then they ran toward the gate. The captain smiled when Nick snapped the lock instantly.
“Comes in handy,” Nick said.
“Maybe we should be watching you too,” O’Brien added.
Nick gave him the thumbs up.
“Let me call for back-up,” said the captain.
“You do that,” Nick said. “Pete and I will go in first, okay?”
The captain thought about it for a moment and then said,” okay, but be careful. This guy is a cold blooded killer.”
Nick nodded.
O’Brien and Nick went in toward the wooded area and the captain stayed behind to make his phone call. He opened up his cell phone and whispered as clear as he could without causing attention to himself.
“Cruz, Fuentes, I need you to get over here quick. I’m on Jefferson Street with O’Brien and Nick, we need back-up but come as quietly as you could,” he said. “Don’t worry about us, just do it. We have the Cross-Over murderer in our sights. Have someone run upstairs and let the chief know what we’re doing. Is that clear? Good, now do it fast!”
The captain slapped his phone shut and shoved it into his front pocket. He removed his firearm and headed toward the wooded area to join Nick Barnum and Detective Peter O’Brien.