Chapter 1: Dead Man Stalking
Central Police Station, 12: 46PM
"No...It can't be! I thought you were dead!"
"Enough hassles chief. I'll make you pay for your crimes!"
BANG!
Rusty's POV
Central Police Station dissecting room, 8: 20AM
Great. Things were getting worse for LA and me.
First my partner drowns, and now the chief is murdered.
"Cause of death, Malc?"
"Obviously shot to the head. He died around 12:00PM."
Alright. Shot to the head. I scribble that in my notebook.
"But the most interesting part is that, the bullet came from a Colt M1911."
"Did it?"
"Exactly! And what's more...whoever the killer was, he shot at his head repeatedly. Amounts up to a full magazine of our murder weapon."
"Anger?"
"The cops are still suspecting, but that's the most believable theory for now...Rusty? Rusty are you listening?"
"No...It can't be...he-he's dead..."
Flashback
"Cole?"
"Yeah?"
"Why don't you carry a revolver like everyone else?"
"Oh, I'm familiar with this thing. Used it as a marine back in 45'. It's my favorite gun. Used it to kill those filthy Japs."
"Oh, you sound like my father..."
Central Police Station(Murder scene), 8:50AM
"No, I'm sorry Rusty, no Colt was found."
"That's okay Enrique. Mind if I take a look?"
I look at the crime scene: Big puddles of blood, with a painting that hangs weird.
What's wrong with this picture frame? It's curved to the left!
I grab the painting to examine it...but it opens.
"What the-? It's a door!"
I swing open the painting, as I find bundles of cash stacked up, filling the inside.
I'll have to examine this...
I take a look at the money. 500 100 dollar bills in each stack, with the total stacks amounting to 10.
Shit! I thought. Phelps was right. The chief WAS corrupt!
"Shit..." It's the only thing I can say.
Someone's avenging Phelps.
Someone's out to kill the afflicted ones in the corruption.
"But...Who?"
Jesus...Cole, Are you still...Alive?!