Cold episode 8

Cold Episode 8
Joseph parked by the road side and the three of them stepped out clutching their weapons.
“Jesus, St Mathews!” the trailer driver muttered and sped off.
They approached the ditch and took a peep into it. The man that sat beside Roland had fallen off before the car got to the depth of the ditch. They climbed down the ditch with their guns handy.
“Help me” the man coughed as they got to him, he was bloody and the blood came out from every h0le in his head. Joseph pulled out his pistol and shot him on the head, he slowly closed his eyes. They walked further down to where the car was. The driver’s door was open and Roland was lying half way out of it. Blood oozed out from his mouth and nose as he breathed inconsistently. Joseph walked up to him and stood over him.
“Roland” he called out. Roland only smiled and coughed.
“You are dying”
“I can see that” he said in between coughs
“You know why all this is happening right?” Joseph asked him and he nodded slightly.
“Why? Who paid you for it?”
Roland shook his head and smiled. Joseph crouched and looked him in the face.
“Roland, who paid you to kill me?”
“F-ck it, I’m dying, you are wasting your time”
“Yes, you are dying but you are not dead yet” he said and pointed his pistol at him.
“I can make it quick for you or i could add pain to it”
“Go to hell” Roland managed to cough out. Joseph smiled and moved the muzzle of his gun to his laps and pulled the trigger. The pain was unbearable and stunning, Roland let out a loud yelp and rolled sideways on the ground as his th-gh burned from the assimilating pain.
“Who paid you Roland?” Joseph shouted at him
“Frederick Jones” He shouted out and coughed violently, spitting out blood. Joseph satisfied with his answer, stood up and strapped his pistol. Lifting his AK 47, he pointed it at Roland’s chest and shot him three times.
Frederick Jones lived in a mansion in Georgian. He was a 32 year old blond with an average handsomeness and an above average pocket. He had made it early in life, at the age of 25, he was already raking in some decent cash and had married early. His first encounter with a large sum of money was a in a joint deal he did with Marco, a notorious criminal known and wanted all over, a hærdened crook that killed all, from his principle to his employer down to his colleagues, he would kill anything for the money.
It had involved breaking out a rich drug lord from prison. An easy Job for Frederick, having been locked up in virtually all the prisons in St Mathews and Georgian, he knew all the prison schematics and escape routes that not even the Police themselves knew.
 
Marco had been the main contractor, the middle man, Frederick was just his associate and no one knew him. The break out had been easy and swift, the response from the police had also been swift. Within 5 hours, a bounty had been placed on the head of the escaping drug lord.
 
Frederick had beaten everyone to their game. He killed Marco before Marco ever thought of killing him and ratted out the drug lord. He got the Money for the Job, the bounty on the drug lord and Marco.
 
He married 20 year old Jacquie when he was 24. His long time girlfriend and a beautiful brunette. They had no child and this made things a little bit easier for him.
 
Police work is hærdly as easy as it looks and Chief Jamie Rodneck understood that perfectly. Having headed different departments for 20 years out of the 52 years of his life. He also knew that the problems in police work usually ended in the issues of money, power and politics.
He had all that and they hærdly moved him. Chief Jamie, a fine gentleman in a police uniform, an often rare thing. Decorated many times in service for diligence and stock quality. Coming from a wealthy family, money and power were the least of his problems and they never stopped him from doing his Job.
 
Jaime was 52 and his wife, Kate was 48 when he was transferred to St Mathews after the murder of Chief Heckelman. He had moved into St Mathews with his family of three comprising of himself, his wife and their five year old daughter, Janet.
Unlike most Chiefs that had lived at a distance Georgian and came to work from the luxury there, Jaime moved into St Mathews and blended with the people there. It always gave him the information he needed and made his work easier.
 
Jaime had only spent two weeks in St Mathews before he was paid a visit by Frederick Jones.
It was on a sunny Thursday afternoon, he had driven discreetly through the street of St Mathews and straight to the police station. Jaime was busy on his desk sorting out papers and arranging them when Frederick walked in, a rich aura surrounding him.
“Hello” Jaime said motioning him to a seat facing him. Frederick sat down and they shook hands over the table.
“I guess you are Chief Rodneck? ”
“Yes i am”
“Good, I am Frederick Jones and I would like to welcome you into the neighborhood ”
” Thank you sir”
“You are welcome”.
A moment of silence followed, a moment in which both men accessed each other, Frederick missed the point with Jaime while Jaime stuck it bulls eye. Frederick saw the world and everything within it as a commodity, one that has a price tag, he believed everything and everyone had a price, it was only a matter of how much and he saw no difference with Jaime.
Jaime had dealt with a lot of men like Frederick in the past and had discovered them for whom they were, people who were after their own benefits and would use anything as a tool to achieve their aim.
 
“So how do you see here?” Frederick broke the silence
“Well, I’m just settling in so I’m trying to get familiar with the place for now and hopefully things will move on well”
“Yes, exactly, that’s why I’m here, to help you see that things actually move on well”
“And how do you intend to do that?”
“Well you have heard about the recent murders here especially that of your predecessor, right?”
Jaime nodded slowly.
 
“Good, Some misguided youths in this place are trying to create their own theory about it all and in the end, they want to pin it on me”
“Pin it on you?”
“Yes Officer, on Me”
“Why would they do that?”
“That’s what I keep wondering too”
“No, I mean why would anyone want to pin murder on you, why would you want to kill anybody?” Jaime asked and Frederick took a sharp look at him.
“What are you trying to say officer?”
“Well” Jaime started adjusting himself on his chair “before people can start accusing you of something, you must have had the capacity to do such a thing, I mean, no one would accuse you of murder unless you have a reason to do it”
“Well, I don’t know and I don’t really care what they think about it all, for now, I can’t think of what I stand to gain by killing some lowlifes in St Mathews of all places, not even Georgian, f-cking St Mathews” Frederick said with so much disdain in his voice and Face.
“And who are those people spreading the rumors?” Jaime asked some seconds after observing him.
“That’s what I’m hoping you find out”
“Well, I sure will do my best here sir”
“Good officer, I’m hoping we will really get to have a mutual understanding of each other in the long run” he said getting up with an outstretched hand.
“Yes, Sure sir” Jaime replied taking his hand in a handshake.
Frederick walked out of the station and into his car as the driver sped off. From the corner of the street, Lugo watched them with a smile on his face as they left dust trails behind them.