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Nick PT Barnum Coming Up Empty

Updated on June 26, 2014

Deeper Shade Serial Killer

It was several days since the young prostitute was choked and stabbed. O’Brien had been carrying that image around with the weight of the Bridgeport Police department on his back. Every stone he turned came up empty. The license plate number he got from Cruz also came up empty. It belonged to a stolen vehicle. It just seemed that every time he got something tangible, it turned up empty. He also knew that the days were bleeding without any fresh leads.

"Nick Barnum!" he shouted.

"At your service big guy."

He turned to see Nick standing behind him with a big smile on his face.

"Don’t tell me I willed you over here?"

"Of course not," he smiled. "I came by to visit with Cruz and Fuentes."

"Did Cruz call you?"

"No, that’s why I came by."

O’Brien hesitated.

"What is it big guy?"

"Come into my office."

Nick followed him into the small office down the hall.


"Don’t I get a treat?"

"This is serious Nick."

Nick Barnum sat on O’Brien’s desk.

"Are you comfortable?"

"Oh yeah."

"We have a serial killer killing whores and Johns."

"I was reading that in the Post."

"The latest was a young girl. He choked and stabbed her to death."

"Oh God."

He nodded.

"Do you have any leads?"

"Turned up empty."

"You want me to poke around to see if I can get you some fresh leads?"

"That yes, but nothing else!"

A teenager who meandered down the hallway to avoid uniforms was now pressed against O’Brien’s door with a uniform shouting at him to shut the fuck up and keep still for the body search.

"Would you take that shit out of here?" O’Brien shouted.

The uniform shoved the teenager down the hallway and away from O’Brien’s office.

"Police brutality," Nick said.

"Oh shut the hell up," O’Brien replied. "That kid is a knuckle head. There isn’t enough police brutality to straighten him out."

Nick smiled.

"What I need you to do is try to track down some fresh leads. We need to stop this maniac, and soon."

"Your department looking bad?"

"The damn city is looking bad."

"I’ll do what I can."

"Just remember Nick, don’t stick your nose in police business. Just do as you’re told and nothing else. Am I understood?"

"Loud and clear boss."

"Don’t be such a wise ass."

Nick smiled.


"Well what, big guy?"

"Go to it," he half shouted. "Get your fat ass off my desk and find me some fresh leads."

"Oh, you want me to go now?"


Nick walked out of O’Brien’s office and closed the door behind him.

"Hey Nick," Cruz called.

"Hey Victor, what’s up?"

"Did he fall for it?"

"Hook line and sinker."

"I knew if I called you and explained what was going on you’d help. But he had to be the one asking. These murders are really getting to him. He’s a good cop and he takes all this to heart."

"The big guy has a soft spot for his city."

Cruz smiled.

"But try and get us some help."

"Victor, have I ever let you down?"

"Let this not be the first time."

Nick smiled and walked away.

"Cruz!" O’Brien shouted from his office.

"Yes boss," Cruz replied by only sticking his head into the office.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For calling Nick," he replied.

"I didn’t…"


Cruz smiled.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio


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    • Frank Atanacio profile image

      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      misty this was part of a little min-series i have started here thanks for checking this out Frank

    • misty95 profile image

      misty95 6 years ago from uk

      Is there a second part? The starts quite good.