Detective Peter O'Brien walked over to the vending machine to buy a cold drink and looming over her desk in the office across the hall was Laura Kimber. During the past few role calls he couldn't remember Kimber ever having said anything about the murder case loads. Perhaps she simply couldn't get a word in, perhaps she felt it better just to maintain silence, and in doing so drawing little attention to herself. O'Brien knew that wasn't going to happen here. Everyone knew Laura Kimber, and everyone respected her work ethics.
Detective Laura Kimber of late, didn't volunteer much and among the other members of her squad, that simple fact had turned into an open wound. However, no one in the squad doubted her abilities as an investigator and most would admit that. In a five detective unit, where all worked each others cases. Kimber regularly wandered off on her own. In a unit where most murder cases were won and lost in the first 48 hours, Kimber would pursue a case for weeks, running down witnesses or conducting surveillance on a time clock all her own. Ever since her last two partners were shot and killed she became a lone wolf. And everyone in her squad except for Nathan Chambers, gave her the space she needed.
What drove her to work a case even harder was the murder of an eleven year old retarded girl from the Father Wilcox Home for Mentally Challenged Children. She had no family and couldn't understand the concept of friendship, but she had a voice. That voice was Laura Kimber. The murder of that eleven year old girl brought more hatred into Kimber's heart. She hated the 24 to 48 hour rule in which the department gives for each homicide. They remain active, but if the leads run dry, they were ordered to shelve the case and work on the next one.
On her desk were fresh case files that she flipped through. Shootings, questionable deaths, spouse abuse, arrest on drug charges, more shootings, bar brawls, and she stop back on Melanie Barr. She stared at the photo of that young retarded black girl knowing that she had to file it. She did not. She put that case together by 3 p.m. when her shift ended, but that didn't stop her from mowing forward. For the most part, she worked that case without a secondary detective, taking her own statements, and conducting her own interrogations. She was a work horse in an environment where quantity seemed to matter more than quality, her work ethics was a constant source of tension.
Then it finally came down to a boil. Someone had seen something over by the bowling alley parking lot. A 63 year old man abducted Melanie Barr from the Wilcox client passenger bus. He drove around the block and parked behind a closed furniture shop and tried to rape the young girl. It didn't go too well so he strangled her and tossed her body out of his car and onto the side street where only garbage would lay and collect there for months.
That witness spoke three magical numbers and three magical letters that put the case together. 312CKS, a Connecticut license plate number that gave the work horse a breather.
Kimber called for back up as she drove to the murderer's house. She rang the bell and then pounded on the screen door with the side of her fist. She smiled at the garbage that assembled before her. That smile had turned into a cold look and then transformed into fury.
"You have the right to remain silent.....
© 2014 Frank Atanacio
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