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The Suspect..

Updated on March 6, 2014

The suspect showed no fear. As a result, the Miranda warning became a psychological hurdle. They held him for a moment, not charging him yet with the crime. If they did he must be advised of his rights. During the interview the lead detective spoke softly, wearily, with a look that clearly displayed uncertainty. The evidence they had may be insufficient, and they would have to release him. The suspect knew that.

The lead detective sat alone on the other side of the interrogation room, reviewing the poor evidence he had against the suspect. Slowly he peered through pages of nothing. Only legal words reminding him that he had no case against the suspect yet. His cup of coffee had grown old and ignored as he kept the thoughts fresh in his mind. His gut was telling him that the man sitting alone on the other side of the glass was a child killer.

The lead detective thought about a beating confession. He wanted to walk into that room and beat the hell out of him until a confession fell to the floor. His size was very intimidating, and he could get away with smacking him around. But he thought about the legal ramifications, and the case would be thrown out of court.

The suspect didn’t look like a monster. He had thinning white hair, soft blue eyes and an oddly inviting smile. He just looked like the old run of the mill grandfather. He was born in a Polish working class neighborhood in a good Christian home. His past however hid a different story. He liked the young girls and the younger the better. He was a registered sex offender, but he knew that they could not use that in court against him.

The lead detective had scenarios playing through his mind. He could shoot the suspect dead and lie to the press about it. It was a self-defense killing. He could tell the media that the suspect attacked him with a pen and tried to stab him in the eye. He could tell the media that the suspect wrestled the gun away from him after a confrontation and during the struggle the gun had gone off. He thought about a lot of crazy things to keep that monster from returning to the streets.

The lead detective turned away from those meandering thoughts and returned his attention to the evidence list and case report. The law became a different kind of war in this country. The legal system lowered the playing field. Everyone seemed equally equipped to handle the law.

The lead detective looked at the suspect with contempt through the two-way mirror. He knew that his thoughts would not alter any trial if he kept them to himself. The suspect was sitting there lost in his own thoughts. He was a complete lump of shit.

What was going threw his mind? The detective thought.

At the mayor’s office, the talk of the child killer case was spreading like a cancer. There were dead children, crime scene photos, lab reports, diagrams, grieving families, but only one suspect. The case had become a world unto itself, spinning in an orbit of its own.

When the reports hit the streets that they apprehended a suspect the mood of the city was like that of a theme-park roller coaster ride. It was bouncing wildly between moments of elation and hours of despair. It was due to the fact the two different reports kept hitting the pavement. One of the reports clearly stated that the man they have was only brought in for questioning, and that he was not charged with the crime. The other report stated the complete opposite.

The suspect sat in his chair thinking about the first child he abducted over twenty years ago. Maggie Brown, he remembered her name as clearly as he could remember his own. He introduced her to the elements of torture. He thought if they weakened they would give up and have sex with him without brutal force. It worked, but he found it frustrating and highly unsatisfactory. His problem was that he could not perform. This agitated him so he simply lost his cool. He remembered Maggie Brown so well because she was the first to die. He remembered picking up a mop bucket. It was a heavy mop bucket with wheels. With the dirty water still inside he swung it and it hit her on the side of the head killing her instantly. He remembered the dirty water mixing with the blood hitting the basement wall. It was easy and he felt alive.

He would drop the dead body off in front of a church. He had no reason why, but it felt like the best thing to do.

Then the suspect would think about Amy Milligan. She was barely eight years old. He was on top of her his left hand covering her mouth because she was a non-stop screamer. What he failed to notice was that his weight coupled with his hand blocking her breathing she died almost instantly. That was the rare moment that he felt pleased that he couldn’t perform. Penetration would have clearly meant that he was having sex with the dead.

The suspect didn’t think of himself as a monster. He thought of himself as a human doing monstrous things. Everyone has a little bit of that in them. It didn’t justify his actions, but it was a preparation for an insanity plea, should he ever need one.

The lead detective opened the door and was sickened visibly.

“More questions?”

The detective slowly shook his head from side to side, “no you’re free to go.”

“Okay, thank you for wasting my time.”

“I’ll be watching you.”

“But still,” the suspect paused. “Little girls would come up dead and raped, and you’ll be watching me?”

“There was no rape or penetration,” the detective shot back. “My guess is that the sick freak just can’t get it up. He’s a sexual loser that’s why he preys on the young and the weak.”

“I…”

“Get it off your chest, maybe you’ll sleep better.”

The suspect grunted and walked away.

The lead detective just watched with the expression of pure hatred riddled across his face.

Pure Hate!

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© 2012 Frank Atanacio

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      thank you lady for popping by :)

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      Joanna Chandler 4 years ago from On planet Earth

      You sound like a detective frank, lol

      The thing is most killers looks so innocent you will never even want to think of accusing them without evidence. I've seen them time and time again and they leave me in awe with the things they do and the refuse to take guilt or confess.

      Thanks for sharing

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      then sweetie1 I'd better stay out of India LOL thanks for reading :)

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      sweetie1 4 years ago from India

      Very nice story you have written Frank. Also If it was an Indian inspector he would have beaten a confession from him even if he knew he was no where near the site of crime. Voting it up.

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      Yeah moms-- would never like to see you as a cop.. always wanna know you're safe :) bless you girl... for stopping by

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      Lissette 4 years ago from Central Florida

      I could never be a cop or a lawyer...

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      thanks eddy for visiting my suspect bless you :)

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      Eiddwen 4 years ago from Wales

      Well Frank you are indeed a wonderful story teller and yes is that book looming??Because if not then it should be.

      Have a wonderful day.

      Eddy.

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      thank you so much Justwrite for reading my suspect and thank you for voting up marcoujor bless you both :)

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      Maria Jordan 4 years ago from Jeffersonville PA

      Frank,

      How terribly behind I am... And I look forward to a bit more time in November to catch up.

      Your story telling is just as compelling as your poetry... Oh the scenario is so believable, authentic and sadly frustrating...when the guilty have more rights than these innocent babies. Voted UP and UAI.

      Hugs, Maria

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      j.d. williams 4 years ago from Dallas, TX

      *whispering* i'm reading at work...eyes bugged out at the screen followed by silent applause at the end...

      awesomeness man...i have a feeling i'm going to to learn a few things from you! i really like your style...

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      thanks so much primpo for reading my suspect

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      Primpo 4 years ago from Brooklyn, New York

      I had a difficult time reading that one. I wanted to beat that man myself. I watch criminal minds all the time. great detail in his thoughts and detectives thoughts. I'll be back

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      Patterson,, oh I dunno.. LOL you're just being super sweet Duffsmom and bless you for that :)

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      P. Thorpe Christiansen 4 years ago from Pacific Northwest, USA

      Frank you go where few people dare to and I admire not only your courage in doing so, but your talent. I hope it doesn't offend you to compare you to James Patterson. I mean it as a sincere compliment. Well done friend and I look forward to more.

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      lol :)

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      Phoebe Pike 4 years ago

      You're welcome.

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      aawww thanks Phoebe for your kind words bless you :)

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      Phoebe Pike 4 years ago

      Another fabulous hub. You have a true gift. I love how you have us land directly into a story and it makes us apart of the world you have painted with such wonderful words. You are definitely a writer... one of the better ones I know.

      Are you still not getting notified when I post new hubs?

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      thanks again Denise for riding this one through too..I know they are a bit long.. and I thank you for reading Frank :)

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      Denise Handlon 4 years ago from North Carolina

      You perfectly described what is happening in our court systems today and beautifully written as a 'fiction' piece. Message sent and received to all who read this.

      What an ugly and truthful mess, Frank...Thanks for sharing. You are one talented guy!

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      again thanks so much Valleypoet :)

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      Valleypoet 4 years ago

      Shocking, brutal and very sadly, all too real...you tell it like it is Frank, that's what your readers expect, and you don't disappoint:-))

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      thanks VG you enjoy your weekend too :) Frank

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      Vinaya Ghimire 4 years ago from Nepal

      Frank, you have a wonderful style. Your descriptions of characters and events are lively. Like your poetry,your shorts are also dark and intrigues the readers.

      Have a great weekend.

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      thanks so much Audrey bless you :)

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      Audrey Howitt 4 years ago from California

      You really are the king of gritty writes Frank! Keep 'em coming!

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      Epi always good to see you on the scene..bless you for reading my shorts.. and winged.. thanks so much for the compliment.. bless you guys :) Frank

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      William Thomas 4 years ago from That Great Primordial Smash UP of This and That Which Gave Rise To All Beings and All Things!

      This is really excellent, Frank! Another pure moment of tension distilled to its essence. The suspect almost confessed there, didn't he, with the "I.."?

      Frank, I don't know if this makes sense, but you seem to have a talent for finding stories "between" the stories or behind the stories. There are lots of great writers here, on HubPages, but you really have an original style and voice of your own.

      Again, very well done!

      Take it easy.

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      epigramman 4 years ago

      ...always always - arrive here on your scene Frank - to say that you are one of my favorite writers here. (or anywhere) You inspire me - especially the tough side in life - the hard knocks side - the gritty side - I often see your words in black and white cinematography - poetic film noir, if you will.

      lake erie time 10:02am

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      LOL God bless you Hyphen and thanks for visiting my shorts :)

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      Brenda Barnes 4 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

      Oh Frank! You are right. These awful Satanic people look normal on the outside while the inside is foul. The police must sometimes feel desperate when they know the suspect is guilty but cannot hold them. I have had a few mental scenarios myself where I wanted to remove one of these monsters from the face of the earth. You always write it well Frank.

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      Thanks Faith for giving my shorts a try..

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      Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

      Oh, so true, most of them really do not look like monsters until . . . reminds me of Ted Bundy, as he was so handsome but . . . Yikes!!! And some hide behind their false personas until eventually the monster is revealed . . . Another great write. Voted up, awesome and interesting.

      God bless. In His Love, Faith Reaper

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      thanks Joyce for always being here since my beginning bless you :)

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      Joyce Haragsim 4 years ago from Southern Nevada

      Wow! Frank is an awesome story and is made for a book. You explained it very plainly, which is easy to read, Joyce.