An Ethic that Crashed and Burned...
After the several rain showers that tried to wet the city in an August heat stopped, the sun was making rainbows in the brief droplets that tried to hang around.
Detective Laura Kimber slowed to fifty five where the Fairfield Avenue highway first rose on its stilts. She stayed on the right lane and got off exit 27A which was a short cut to the police station.
Corey Walker was shot and killed on Congress Street, five feet from that very police station. They took a gold chain and his brand new pair of Converse leather sneakers, and the only suspect had the absolute right to remain silent.
That bothered Kimber so much she could feel the heat within her rise. Walker was a junior at Bassick High School and had a great shot of getting a football scholarship to any top college. He was that good, according to the Connecticut Post.
Kimber arrived to the interrogation room late that day so she had to watch what was happening behind the two-way. The suspect was about to spill his guts, but the interrogating police detective, a man who gets paid government money to put criminals in prison, was explaining, his absolute right to shut up before he said something that would convict him.
Anything you say or write maybe used against you in a court of law.
That line played over and over in her head as she pulled into her assigned parking spot next to Detective Nathan Chamber's unmarked cruiser. She remember standing up and wanting so badly to tell that damn detective to wake the fuck up. He's telling a suspect with priors, and a history of violence that talking to the police in an interrogation room can hurt him.
She was feeling over dramatic, but had a good reason. Corey Walker was dead and Mike Jones may walk. He hired one of Fairfield County's best lawyers. What she couldn't understand was how a man who steals sneakers and gold chains could come up with that amount of money for protection.
Kimber understood that the detective was just doing his job, and he was simply following protocols. Even the captain told her that good cops follow the rules, and that the detective on the case was a good cop following those rules.
Corey Walker's family would have disagreed about the protocols, and the rights of a citizen. She also understood that the suffering they endured did not have to become her own. She owed them nothing. However, listening to their pain without offering solace went against every instinct she had. Good kids shouldn't die, and bad ones shouldn't get away with killing. Something was so wrong with that picture.
After four years in homicide and seven years on the force, Laura Kimber still didn't get it. She always wanted to protect and serve, so her community can feel safe. Deep down inside she felt that she let Corey Walker down.
Months passed since the murder of Corey Walker and the case was just moving slowly, inexorably, forward. Fresh reports cluttered the files, and in the homicide unit, a thick file was regarded as a healthy sign. However, for Walker it was going to be a long shot. It's simple addition, whenever the unit gets closer another murder case gets thrown into their laps and new investigations must take precedent, and the older cases must stand alone in court ready to get shot down by hot shot attorneys. Corey Walker's case ended in a non-conviction and would end up in the active cold case files.
Laura Kimber couldn't accept that, she was determined, aggressive and persistent to a fault. She takes an open murder case or even a weak plea bargain personally. That alone made her seem like a surviving piece of shrapnel from an ethic that crashed and burned a generation or two back
© 2015 Frank Atanacio
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