The hunter becomes the hunted,' Bill thought to himself. They've made it a lot easier on me. It's like they want to help me get Brian alone. Whatever. If they want to help, who am I to turn down any help I can get? All I need to do is one simple thing. And I know damn well I can do it.'
Bill had found an observation point well out of sight of the house where he could observe anyone coming and going. He was parked next to a house that was for sell a block away and no one paid any attention to him when they came out of their houses Bill was very observant. There was no way he was going to make a mistake now when he was so close to his goal.
The garage door opened at his target house and he saw a truck backing out. So Brian's older brother had purchased a new vehicle or at least had rented one. He used binoculars to see that it didn't have a tag yet, so he knew it was a new purchase and not a rental. That was better. Maybe he could give it the same treatment that he gave the Cobra. But not in the same parking lot. That would be way too risky.
When the truck backed out, he could see three people in the truck. That had to be Brian, his slut boyfriend, and his older brother. That left the Detective inside.
Bill decided not to tail the truck. That wasn't part of the plan anymore. He had more important business. So he stayed where he was and kept watch on the house. It was boring, but he had a big smile on his face. He knew that the final scene was close, and he couldn't wait.
"This is Luke."
"Hi Luke," Justyn said.
"Don't hi me, you son of a bitch. I can't believe you got me involved in this," Luke exclaimed.
"You're the best computer guy I know. Maybe the best in Atlanta. Maybe the best in the United States. Maybe.."
"Save it. You owe me big time for this. I found what you were looking for. The kid saved everything. He even scanned letters he got from your suspect. It really was easy to find the hidden folder. I have pictures of the kid he was pretending to be, which are pretty gross, if you ask me. E- mails, chats, the works. I even have the address on Long Island in New York where they sent each other mail," Luke said.
"NO SHIT!!! That's wonderful. You did an awesome job," Justyn said.
"I don't want thanks. I want dinner on you. I'm going out with my girl friend tonight to McKinnen's and we're going to get the two biggest lobsters they have. And I'm sending you the bill," Luke answered.
"No problem. I'll just expense it. Thanks buddy. I'll also toss in a few whoppers with cheese," Justyn said, laughing.
"Just leave me out of your cases from now on, Ok?" Luke asked.
"A man like me has to use his best resources the best way he can. You know that. And you are the BEST!!! You know what I'm going to ask you next, don't you?" Justyn giggled.
"Yeah, I know. Where the fuck is Yaphank? Jesus, New York sure has some strange names. I've already got my computer program searching for the face I got off the pictures," Luke answered.
"Man, thanks. You're the best. Tell me the truth. You'll do anything to help nail this bastard just as much as I will, right?" Justyn asked.
Luke didn't say anything for a moment. "Yeah, you're right. You take advantage of me and I do resent that. But I do like helping when I can. And this guy... wait, I got a hit. A Jimmy Delgreco. Killed in a drive by shooting. Lived in Yaphank. It has to be the same kid."
"I'll be right there," Justyn said as he hung up.
Bill saw the other garage door open and Justyn's Mustang back out and then race off in the opposite direction. He also saw that Justyn had closed the garage door from inside his car, without getting out.
`So the bastard Detective is also fucking Brian. I'm sure his brother is doing the same thing. I'm going to make his death really slow and painful. And all I have to do is wait a few short days,' Bill thought.
He waited until Justyn was long gone before he put up his listening device and cranked up his car to follow him. He knew where Justyn was going. He knew everything. He was totally in charge.
Justyn parked as quickly as he could and ran into Police headquarters. He didn't bother to park where his car could easily be watched by the constant traffic of people coming and going into the station. He was in a hurry. So he took the first space available. It was as far away from any kind of security as possible. It was also perfect for what Bill had in mind.
Bill drove leisurely to the Police station. He had nothing to worry about. If anyone was watching him, there was nothing they could do. He was the master at this kind of thing. They had nothing on him. He was THE MAN!!! Everyone else was his intellectual inferior. No one could match him in surveillance. No one could match him in strategy. He had learned the hard way. In the jungles. In the battlefields. None of these city cops could match that.
He drove through the parking lot until he found Justyn's Mustang, then found the closest place nearly. He got out of his Trans Am and locked it. He was wearing a light weight jacket, which was kind of warm for the current temperature, but not enough to cause suspicion if anyone saw him.
But it was essential to his plan. Inside the right coat pocket was the transmitter to the sending device he planned to attach under Justyn's car.
Bill hadn't known if he would ever use it when he bought it. But it was always better to be prepared, just in case. And now, it was going to pay for itself many times over. Maybe once he took care of Brian and his boyfriend, he would see if he could get the Detective somewhere by himself and have a little fun with him too. It would be nice to see how tough he acted as he was slowly being cut to pieces. Bill smiled as he felt along his leg for the ever present knife he always carried with him. Yeah, that would be a fun couple of hours.
Bill walked past the Mustang and surveyed the surrounding area. There was no one within sight. He walked quickly back to the Mustang, squatted down next to front door, and attached the transmitter to the frame. He quickly got up, walked to his car, and tested the receiver. It came on instantly and showed how close he was to the Mustang.
`Mission accomplished," Bill thought to himself as he got in his Trans Am and cranked it. He backed out of the parking place and drove slowly out of the parking lot. No use drawing attention to himself. Bill was singing along to an old rock song as he left the area. He was in a great mood.
Just as Justyn was about to walk out of his office to see what Luke had found, his phone rang. "Detective Jones."
"Hello, Detective. This is Paul Anderson."
"Hello Mr. Anderson. What can I do for you?" Justyn asked.
"I just wanted to know if you have found out anything more about my boy's murderer," he answered.
"Just a second," Justyn said, as he walked over and shut the door to his office. "You do know how much trouble I would be in if anyone found out I'm talking to you about an active case, don't you, Mr. Anderson?"
"I already gave you my word that I wouldn't tell a soul. What more can I do to convince you?" Mr. Anderson answered.
Justyn paused. He knew he had given Mr. Anderson his word. "Ok, we have a suspect. He recently moved here from Charlotte. We know where he lives and I have even spoken to him myself. We just don't have enough evidence yet to be able to arrest him for anything. It's just a matter of time, Mr. Anderson. And that's the truth. I'm certain he killed Billy."
"I want his name and address then," Mr. Anderson answered.
"You know I can't give you that. Let me handle this, Mr. Anderson," Justyn said sternly.
"Well, you can't blame me for trying, can you?" Mr. Anderson laughed. "You'll keep me up to date, though?"
"Yes sir. I promised. And I will call you as soon as he is arrested, I promise," Justyn answered.
"Ok son. Thanks for your time," Mr. Anderson said as he hung up.
Justyn hung up the phone, relieved that Mr. Anderson didn't drill him for any more details than he had. Then he hurried towards Luke's office.
"That's got to be him. Thanks for running the check, Luke," Justyn said, looking at the printout Luke had handed him.
"No problem. Just remember the dinner tonight," Luke answered.
"Have fun, buddy. Just don't tell your girlfriend that you've been looking at kiddy porn. I don't think that would go over very well as dinner conversation," Justyn kidded.
"Very funny. Now can you get out of here so I can catch up on my work instead of doing yours?" Luke kidded back.
"Sure, buddy. And thanks again," Justyn said as he walked towards the door. "Oh, one more thing."
"What now?" Luke asked.
"Let me know what kind of city Yaphank is, OK? I might want to visit there sometime," Justyn said, as he closed the door to Luke's office.
"OH NO!!! I HAVE MY OWN WORK TO DO!" Luke yelled through the closed door. Justyn ran as fast as he could for the steps with a huge grin on his face. Luke quickly opened his door and was shouting after him. "Leave me out of this. I can't go traveling all over the country for you." But Justyn had already disappeared up the steps.
"This is Justyn Jones of the Atlanta Police Department. I'm investigating the death of a sixteen year old boy that lived in Yaphank named Jimmy Delgreco. Could I talk to a Detective please?" Justyn asked.
"Certainly. I'll get you Detective Corwin. I think he handled that case. One moment," the receptionist answered.
Justyn waited, puzzled. He was amazed that the receptionist remembered the case and knew immediately who covered it.
"Detective Corwin."
"Detective, this is Justyn Jones of the Atlanta Police Department. I'm investigating the death of a sixteen year old boy that lived in Yaphank named Jimmy Delgreco. Did you investigate the case?" Justyn asked.
"Just a minute. Let me shut my door, Ok?" he said. Justyn waited patiently but he was back in seconds. "Look Detective, I investigated the case all right. Can I ask why you are interested in this case?"
"Sure. I have a suspect that is harassing a sixteen year old boy here in Atlanta. I've traced him back through what I believe is two different murders in Charlotte and Detroit to Jimmy Delgreco. I believe his murder could also be involved," Justyn explained.
Justyn heard a gasp on the other end. "I knew it. I knew it couldn't be gang related. Not Jimmy," he answered.
"I'm sorry. I don't understand," Justyn said.
"You don't have any idea who Jimmy Delgreco was, do you?" Detective Corwin asked.
"To be honest with you, I just got his name less than five minutes ago. This is the first place I called," Justyn answered.
"Mark Delgreco is his father. He is Chief of Police here. Mary Delgreco is his mother. Her maiden name is Guillianni. Does that name ring a bell?" Detective Corwin asked.
"The ex-major?" Justyn asked.
"His youngest sister. Jimmy grew up around this police station. He was always running errands for all of us. He was a great kid. Chief Delgraco runs this station like a family and all of us enjoyed having Jimmy around. It was like he was everyone's little brother, you know?" Detective Corwin asked.
"Yeah. I can understand," Justyn answered quietly, content to let Detective Corwin talk.
"And then he was shot in cold blood not two blocks from the station. He was bringing back sandwiches from a deli close by. The newspapers picked up on it and said it was gang related. No one here believed that, but being related to Guillanni caused the story to get quickly out of control," Detective Corwin said.
"Shit. That's bad," Justyn answered.
"Why do you think this has anything to do with your case?" Detective Corwin asked.
"We found pictures of Jimmy on the computer of the second murder victim we've traced so far," Justyn answered.
"What kind of pictures?" Detective Corwin asked.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but we found pornography type pictures of Jimmy that he had sent to who he thought was his boyfriend," Justyn answered. "Our suspect allegedly used them to lure in his next victim, using them as himself. It was the same way in the other two cases as well. That's how we have been able to track him so far," Justyn answered.
"Were they taken in a wood paneled room?" Detective Corwin asked.
"Yeah. How did you know?" Justyn asked.
"That's Chief Delgreco's basement. I helped him finish it myself. We did mine the next year. Like I said, we're like a family here. And we found the same pictures on Jimmy's computer," Detective Corwin answered. "Jimmy had purchased a digital camera that had a timer attached from the tips he earned running errands for us."
"Jesus. What else did you find?" Justyn said nervously.
"The Chief had our experts go over Jimmy's room, looking for anything that might explain his death. We found a loose floor board in his closet under the carpet. It had naked pictures of another boy, but we've confirmed that they came off the internet," Detective Corwin answered.
"Did you check them for fingerprints?" Justyn asked breathlessly.
"Yeah. We only got one good print, but it came from an adult that lived in New York City. We tried to find him, but he had moved.."
"To Detroit?" Justyn interrupted.
"Yeah. How did you know?" Detective Corwin asked.
"Ex-military?" Justyn almost screamed.
"Yeah. You don't think?"
"I know it is. Can you give me some of your time tomorrow, Detective? I'd like to see everything you have on this case," Justyn answered.
"I have to be in court all day tomorrow. I can give you all the time you want on Thursday," Detective Corwin said.
"That'll be fine. I'll fly up tomorrow night. Thanks for your time, Detective Corwin. You've really helped me," Justyn said.
"No problem. If anything, we want this bastard more than you do," Detective Corwin answered.
"No way in Hell," Justyn said, as he hung up the phone.
To Be Continued
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