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Nick PT Barnum in "The Abortionist."
The mayor, Benjamin Carr, a Yale educated incumbent blessed with overwhelming Democratic voters, an overwhelming black and Latino community, didn’t want his name associated with anything negative. However, being mayor of the largest city in Connecticut, that was not possible. He banked on the city’s investigators to handle politically sensitive cases with kitten gloves, and swiftly. The homicide unit which was headed up by Nathan Chambers did his best: a drowning at a city swimming pool where civil liability might result, championed the mayor when he added extra life guards, and more safety protocols. He was the peoples’ mayor. He weathered so many storms, and he turned it around to favor the office. He was the mayor that fought crime for the common good, and promoted justice, and kept the largest city rolling along in approximately that order.
Underneath the towering pyramid of authority squats the private investigator, laboring in anonymity over some bludgeoned prostitute or some cheating spouses making their rounds to every motel, hotel, even backseats of their automobiles. Small numbers that go the wayside, keeping the mayor’s house clean. In other words, people that the city had long forgotten; homeless folks who died via heat stroke, starvation, disease, frost bite. These types of citizens never caused him any kind of humiliation or scandal. However, the real investigators, those on the payroll, handled crimes that involved: the body on the ground that was an eleven year old girl, preferably white, an all city athlete, a priest, or some out of state tourist who wandered onto Main Street and was robbed.
On April 3rd, there was a shit-storm brewing out of control. The fifteenth murder of a mentally challenged citizen was discovered at WentfieldPark, by the swings. It took fifteen murders for the citizens to finally hit the mayor’s office with dissatisfaction. This was not because the mayor was well liked, intelligent and black, and stood in a real good position to be reelected over and over again. It was Detective Nathan Chamber’s unit who kept a tight lid on the murders. He was a professional in making his superiors look good. He survived by learning to read the chain of command the way a Gypsy reads tea leafs. When the mayor is asking questions, he made himself indispensable with the answers. When the brass is looking for reasons to reach down somebody’s throat, he would put together a report so straight they’ll think he slept with a copy of the general orders. But when they’re looking for a scapegoat, he would manage to make his unit invisible.
Each mentally challenged victim was so badly dismembered that they looked a wreck. Therefore the serial killer was dubbed “the abortionist.” The mayor promised more men on the case and more overtime, but that wasn’t going to help, so Chambers hired Nick PT Barnum, the city’s most successful private eye to help in the search.
Two more murders were realized before Nick Barnum found and cornered the abortionist at an old Casco Factory on Railroad Avenue. The abortionist was a priest who tried to convince Nick that he was ordered by God to destroy the imperfections created by the all-mighty. The retarded people never should have lived. He wanted to correct a wrong, and that he had no malice in his heart. That was a hard statement to swallow, because when Nick found the seventeenth victim, it was an eight year old mentally challenged boy. His body was ripped and almost shredded to pieces. It was a horrible image, which kept replaying in the private investigators mind over and over.
Nick Barnum sent a text to Chambers explaining the situation. Nathan thought about the insanity plea, and how the sick bastard might want to ride it. He also thought about the family who lost their loved ones, because of the sick son of a bitch. He knew the mayor wanted the serial killer alive, so he’d look like the champion once again. The mayor, in public, ordered Chamber’s unit to dust their own assholes for fingerprints.
Chambers had a decision to make. He could tell Nick to take the priest away and never to be found, or bring him in so the mayor could parade him around like a hunter’s trophy.
Nick PT Barnum received a text message, and he put the phone in his back pocket. He turned around to face Willie Da Greek and a few of his henchmen. They were carrying a large black body bag, and construction tools. What made Nick squeamish a little were the sanders, and the axe.
“The serial killer would never be caught,” whispered Da Greek.
Nick nodded slowly as he walked out of the factory.
He closed his eyes wondering if he and Chambers made the right decision. He paused briefly when he heard the sander. He then started to move when he heard the priest scream…
© 2014 Frank Atanacio