Book One: Part One: Evil X 3 - Chapter Five
The Twenty-Second Precinct – 4:26 p.m.
“Look, Mr. Mosher, I don’t much like this any better than you do, but I do need your full participation on this. Things will run much smoother for you, and for us, if you will just answer a few questions.”
“Ms. Baker ….”
“That’s Lieutenant Baker to you, if you don’t mind.”
Mosher glared at her for less than a second, then turned on his lawyerly charm.
“My sincerest apologizes. As I was about to say, I’m not very happy about being hauled out of my own office in the middle of the afternoon and held here practically against my will; especially on some trumped-up charges of pornography and pandering. My God, what is wrong with you people?
“I’m the Deputy District Attorney, for heaven’s sake, and to remind you; I will be running for the governorship next year. If this gets out, and the press gets wind of it; I will see to it that you explain your actions and will demand you resign from the force for this fool-hardy stunt. Do I make myself clear?”
“Quite clear. Are you finished?”
“Yes.”
Mosher started to get out of the interrogation chair.
Baker pushed lightly on his shoulder with one finger.
“Not so fast. First off, do any of these people ring a bell with you?”
Baker threw a dozen photographs on the table showing Fred Allen Mosher in one heavily graphic sex scene after another. Half showed him giving it to a much younger man; the other half, he was getting it from the now deceased Marianne Olster.
Mosher’s swagger disappeared. His skin went an ashen gray and a clammy light fil of sweat covered him completely.
“How? Where did you get these? Where did they come from? I never knew these existed.”
“Marianne Olster’s apartment. I’m sure you recognize the deceased as well as her apartment. Thing is, we found these and other pictures in her now, not so private stash of filth.”
“I never knew she had these. I can’t believe this.”
“Believe it. Now, answer a few questions I have and if I like the answers, you are a free man. You can walk away and take that trash with you.”
“Ask.”
“Did you ever know of any other political power players to frequent her apartment?”
“A few, but I never had discussions with those people. We pretty much had our own agenda.”
“But you do know who they are. Which few?”
“The young man in the picture is a Third Ward Representative. We met through Marianne. With her, for the right price, all of your fantasies can be reached.”
“Who else?”
“It doesn’t matter any longer, but there was of course the Mayor, and former Lieutenant Governor Clyde Mercury. A couple of judges, none from our county and two of them were from Ohio. The rest from upstate. Truthfully, I do not know their names.”
“Did the Mayor ever mention to you or to anyone you know, about him having enemies?”
“Anyone in politics will have at least one, but to go as far as murder? None I can recall him ever mentioning that would be a threat to his life.”
“What about you?”
“No. Well, if you consider all those I’ve prosecuted over the years, I’m sure there are bound to be some. I have, in the past, received death threats from prison, but that’s been five years ago. Right now? None I would consider to be a danger.”
“Then you had better start thinking. We have a hunch you are on this killer’s hit list of people to do.”
“I demand protection then!”
Ed spoke up.
“Settle down, Mr. Mosher. We can offer you protection in one of two ways. One is if you witness an actual crime that could endanger your life as well as those lives around you. The second, if you are a state or federal official.”
“There you are, then. That includes me.”
“No, it doesn’t”
In walked Captain Todd and Rodgers. Captain Todd was holding an affidavit in his right hand.
“Mr. Mosher,” said Captain Todd, “pay close attention to what I’m about to tell you because I dislike repeating myself. You only get one shot at this.
“Please read this affidavit carefully, and then sign it at the bottom. Failure to do so, and Detective Rodgers has a warrant for your arrest, signed by Judge Blake, not more than ten minutes ago. Read him the charges.”
Rodgers pulled out the warrant from inside his coat pocket.
“It states you are to be placed under arrest for pandering, and engaging in illicit and illegal sexual activity, and also engaging with those not of legal age; and endangering their lives, according to our state laws, and revised status.”
Rodgers looked at Mosher.
“You know the law, and you know what sentence this carries. You also know that if you go to prison, your odds of survival isn’t very good.”
Captain Todd spoke again.
“In signing this affidavit, you will effectively and immediately resign from office, and will no longer declare yourself a candidate for the governorship, or any future seat, or to hold any public position in the future. And not just in New York, but in any state.
“Once you comply with those instructions, you will get your protection, but not before, and the warrant will not be issued.”
Mosher was trapped, and he knew it.
He signed.
Inwardly, Baker’s heart was doing handstands.
Freddy’s Apartment - 10:45 p.m.
“These past few days have certainly been, oh, how do I want to put it; festive, perhaps? Then festive it is.
“Most of the liars and cheaters are gone. I will get rid of more, but I must devise something soon to keep that lady-cop, Baker‒‒oh how nice; another B-word.
“I need something to keep her off my ass other than slit her fucking throat as well. Baker-Baker-Baker-Baker. How cute! But, BUTT-BAKER is going to have to meet her maker.
“After I finish her, that is, not until after I use her first. A delicious thought to say the least. A pity she doesn’t have bigger tits.
“But, she isn’t a liar. She’s not a thief or a cheater; and she is far removed from being a sick degenerate. I have to have a solid reason to kill this bitch.”
He smiled as he pushed the button on his remote and both television and DVD player came on at the same time.
What began to play gave him great personal pleasure as he watched the many pictures he had taken from each kill. He first loaded them onto his computer, then transferred them to a CD. His personal cache. Hundreds of them and not all of them just from his recent kills.
Freddy knew his days were limited in Montie, for it wouldn’t be long before he would get a message by special courier to take on another professional hit. That one would pay him handsomely, just as the more than 133 already have. The ones he kills now are for free. His way of keeping society and the neighborhood safer.
He poured himself a glass of white Zinfandel, then looked at his watch.
Two more minutes.
Chopin was playing in the background; a strong thunderous series of crescendos seemingly bouncing off the walls, surrounding him, when his phone rang.
He looked at the incoming call.
Betty in Holland. On time as usual. Time to change over.
“Hello.”
“Hello, Donald! I do hope you are ready to play, big boy. I am so wet, just thinking about tonight.”
Freddy sat naked with an erection. But that didn’t come about because of Betty’s call, but her words would help him finish what he started.
Looking at the pictures as they flashed by on the screen, along with Betty’s most sensual and lusty voice, he shuddered.
Freddy’s Apartment - Midnight and the News
“In a hastily called news conference, Fredrick Allen Mosher, resigned this afternoon as Deputy District Attorney after fourteen years of service.
“Mr. Mosher has also effectively withdrawn his campaign to run for the state’s highest office next year.
“He cites personal family issues, and stated it was regrettable he had to vacate his position om such short notice, has also stated he has no future political plans.
“In other news, county officials are saying the expansion plans for the new convention center are being delayed until….”
Freddy shut the television off and threw the remote at the sixty-inch screen in a blind rage.
“Resign? Resign? Refuckingsign! You sniveling incompetent cock-sucker for a human being! Do you think that will stop me because you suddenly caught a conscious!
“Your ass is still mine, but we’ll let the state bury it along with the rest of your sorry self.
“Perhaps I’ll take something from you to add to my temporary collection.
“I am so going to enjoy this, but, you probably won’t. But, I will take my time with you very slowly.
“Slow and slower.”
Tuesday – May 19th – Stakeout – First 8 Hours
“This is really boring, Rodgers. I could be out doing real cop stuff.”
“I don’t know how to break this to you, Al. This is real cop stuff. Give it another ten years, and you’ll be glad these assignments come up. How long have you been on the force; about a year?”
“Fifteen months, but I didn’t become a cop just to sit in a car and watch the neighborhood.”
“It’s more than that. If something goes down on our watch, it becomes our responsibility. Remember the words? Serve, protect and….”
“And defend; of course I remember. But how often does a stakeout really turn into anything; especially on a guy that hasn’t committed a crime, go wrong?”
“Al, I know of two times, and one of them was a personal. One of those two times I was involved. I caught a bullet I’m still carrying around inside me to this day.”
“No way! For real?’
“Real as I’m sitting here. Four years ago; only I was watching a house we knew was a crack haven for cookers. Big money going in and out around the clock. We had a man on the inside. Things went down. It all went too fast. Nothing was supposed to happen until our undercover gave the signal. He was killed. I called for backup. I caught one next to my heart and I mean right up against it.
“I had to go through a complete medical fitness exam after surgery, and then get approval from my therapist and surgeons to return back to full duty. Administration wanted me to retire. I wanted to finish my twenty.”
“Looks like you won that one. You’re here.”
“Exactly.”
“What happened with the cookers and dealers?”
“Let’s just say over the course of a few months, there were a lot of funerals.”
“Son-of-a-bitch.”
“We buried some of them, too.”
Stakeout – Next 8 Hours
“Roz, there’s been no movement since we got here; in or out.”
“Good. Makes our job easier. You guys take care and get some rest. See’ya tomorrow.”
Roz, short for Rosalynn, was in her eleventh year as a cop. Her partner, Sallie (Salvatore) Vechellio, was also a nine-year veteran, were kicking back, parked in the same spot that Rodgers and Al had just left from. Both were munching down on burgers and chicken tenders they got at Burger King.
Roz brought a book along to read. A friend of hers recommended ‘Bone Garden’ by Tess Gerritsen. Sallie was into crossword puzzles. Both were expecting a boring night. But Roz decided to sweeten the pot and brought along a portable DVD-player and a couple action movies just in case.
But Roz, like Sallie, also knew to keep a watchful eye.
Stakeout – The Next 8 Minutes
It was barely six in the morning when Mack and Dennis pulled up alongside Roz and Sallie’s unmarked car. Dennis hit the car’s remote button on the passenger door panel and the window lowered.
“Hey, you two, you asleep in there? Wake the hell up. The Calvary is here to save your ass.”
Dennis turned and grinned broadly at Mack with his joke, then looked back at the car and still saw no movement.
Dennis opened his door and stepped from the car and began banging on the driver side window, when he realized through the tinted window, the shadow was a reflection of a body against the window.
He grabbed the handle on the door and opened it. Then he could make out smears of dried blood across the interior of the car, along the dash and splattered on the inside of the windshield. Roz and Sallie’s bodies had slumped on opposite sides of each other.
He took all this in in a matter of seconds and turned back to Mack, screaming, “Oh shit, Mack! Both of them are down. Call it in, Mack! Jesus, Mary and Joseph, they are a mess!”
Dennis couldn’t hold off any longer.
He bent between both cars and threw up.
Two Hours Before
Tied down in his own bed, electrical tape wrapped around his mouth and fully naked, Fredrick Allen Mosher was drenched in his own sweat, and urine. He was petrified.
Things had moved so suddenly. The knock on the door. The friendly face. The warm greeting. Then came a fist. A kick. Another punch. Why? It made no sense. The police! Downstairs, outside somewhere. Where are they? They promised to protect me! He heaved a sigh and tears flowed openly.
“Cry, you little fat wimp. You useless piece of garbage. Cry all you want. Before this is over, you will cry even more, but it won’t matter. You won’t be able to hear yourself cry and scream, except in your mind. You won’t be able to do much of anything when I’m finished with you.”
That was when he displayed the Bowie knife and stepped closer to the bed and slowly sliced off Mosher’s right ear.
Mosher’s body lifted from the mattress as far as his restraints would allow, and his grunts and groans of agony went upon deaf ears. He could feel blood oozing down and behind his neck.
Then off came the left ear, as Mosher, his eyes wide in sheer panic, shook his head from side to side, the pain doubly intense, so to the fear.
His silent muffled screams would have shattered glass were he not gagged.
“See, that wasn’t so bad now, was it? Me? I didn’t feel a thing. But, I think you might have.”
He trailed the Bowie knife up and down Mosher’s chest to forehead and stopped just below his right eye.
“Now this; this may cause you some direct pain to your brain. Oh, how forgetful I am. You are too fucking lame to have one of those. So you shouldn’t feel a thing.”
One hand holding Mosher’s right eye open, his other hand filled with the sharp blade, he inserted the tip into the far corner, pressed in, curling the tip behind the eye, then pulled forward until the eyeball popped out with a dull “plop”, and rolled off the side of Mosher’s face to the mattress.
Mosher was beside himself, captured in the fear and sheer turmoil that had befallen him. Even in all his pain, his fear, covered in his own blood; he couldn’t believe this person to be so cruel, this heartless to do such a terrible thing.
His thoughts were quickly disturbed as he felt his other eye dissected and devastated, then cast aside. His body continued to shake as if in a seizure of ungodly fear; as if the devil himself were torturing him.
“See? The tears are all gone now. Isn’t that much better? But, I’m afraid I must hurry along. Sorry. I would really like to stay and chat with you longer, but I have places to go, people to do; you do understand, right? You don’t, but I do.”
And just that quickly, the Bowie knife sliced through the air, Fredrick Allen Mosher no longer was concerned about his pain.
The blade sliced deftly across his throat, nearly severing Mosher’s head from his neck. Blood spurted as water does from a fire hydrant. Rampant.
Then two more sweeping slashes, and Mosher’s chest was split open.
“Now your soul can run free. And when it comes time, it will be judged. Don’t be surprised at a guilty verdict.”
Cutting away the electrical tape, he opened Mosher’s mouth and pulled out his tongue as far as possible, and deftly sliced it off.
Blood was everywhere; just like the other bodies, but this one was extra-special: 3 for the price of 1.
Looking at himself, making certain none of the plastic he wore was either torn or ripped away; that his surgical gloves weren’t torn as well, Freddy was very pleased. Leaving evidence behind wouldn’t do.
He placed his three newest evils in a plastic bag and left one of two notes for them to find.
OG OT DAH EERHT SLIVE MORF DNA LIVE DRATSAB
Briefly, he thought about the other two outside in the car. A pity, but in war, casualties are expected. He really hates using guns on innocent people, but, sometimes, one must love what he hates most and just go for it.