Framed For Murder
Summary: With the murder of the mayor. PI Jon Sable is tagged as the main suspect. Now with every cop in New York looking for him. Jon can only trust one person to help prove his innocence and reveal the true killer. A woman he sent to prison.
Disclaimer: I do not own Jon Sable: Freelance in any way, and am not the original writer of his character and several others.
Author's Notes: This is my first story that I've displayed online, I hope its great, and that you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Sincerely: Linkin Hill
Chapter 1: The Hunt Begins
He was in the shower, his favorite place next to bed after one of vigorous two-hour workouts that took place in his exotic garden that sat behind his Hollywood style house near Central Park. It's inner design of hard wood floors and spacious rooms decorated with plants from all most all over the world was much admired by the wall street hounds that lived by him and the clients that often came through his door.
Today though, he did not need to worry about solving anything. He was relaxing, hoping to get a few months in Italy.
He turned off the shower and grabbed a towel. He was thirsty and most definitely hungry. Not dressed, he moved to the kitchen. He glanced through the refrigerator and pulled the sandwiches out and poured him self a cup of Irish cream coffee.
"Music, jazz." His voice activated stereo turn its self on and played his collection of 50's jazz through the speakers that were hidden in every room of his house.
As he walked to the master bedroom, he noticed he had a message on his phone. He dialed the message service and listened.
"You have one new message, sent today at 3:23 PM." The droning voice of the answering machine then stopped and played the message. He put down the phone and put it on speakerphone. His jazz music quit and the voice came on the house speakers.
"Jon! Its Matt." Ah yes Matt, he remembered him. A young gun patrol man that once helped Jon tag a scumbag that torched the governor's house. He smiled as he slid into his blue jeans.
"The mayor's wife just labeled you the killer of her husband, and they got video footage of it. I don't believe it but you gotta get out of there, what I think ain't gonna matter in front of a jury. The S.W.A.T. team will be there in 9 minutes! GET THE HELL OUT!" The speakers then stopped playing the message and continued playing the jazz.
Shirtless, Jon grabbed his wallet and the Beretta 9mm he kept under his pillow and ran into his office. He glanced at the grandfather clock. 3:29 PM. "Son of a bitch." He cursed as he ran back into his room.
He could here the sirens as he opened his closet. He pushed the clothes along the bar and pressed against the wall. The bed moved sideways. Revealing a trap door.
Whack!
The S.W.A.T. teams were trying to get through his door that also meant that they were in his garden.
He flipped up the trap door and jumped in. As it closed, the bed moved back into place and the closet shut its self.
He ran through the tunnel that led to the sewer under the street that was in front of his house. The stench was bearable but bordered close off of it. The liquid came up to his knees. He had been in worse though, this was nothing. He had to get into Central Park. He had to get to a phone and call sonny for help. He was defiantly going to need it now.
In front of Jon Sable's house
Captain Josh Williams of the N.Y.P.D. stood behind a police cruiser that was just a short distance from Sable's lawn.
He was a black old man, going on 50, but a veteran of the force. Got shot in the lungs when he first started out as a greenhorn. To most that would have been a moment were most cops stopped, but he kept his place on the force. It wasn't long till he was Captain.
He held a two-way radio in his hand, he waited for a response from the S.W.A.T. team. "Come on, the Son of a bitch couldn't have gotten away."
His lieutenant, Alex Drake didn't share his thoughts. "Sir, the mans a ex- marine."
"I know what the man is, damnit. The question is do we have him." Frustrated, he asked the sergeant what was happening through the radio.
"No sir, he is not in the building, looks like he got away, we have not been able to determine how yet."
"Keep me informed."
"Yes sir."
Discouraged, the captain turned to his lieutenant. "Get a APB on him, and I want his face on the all the TV stations in half an hour and offer a reward for information about him. Then I want u to organize a ground crew. Get them here in five minutes, were to search the neighborhood, is that clear?"
Drake smiled "Crystal sir." He then ran off to his cruiser to make it happen.
William's then turned back to Sable's house. "Let the hunt begin."
Author's Notes: It shouldn't take me much longer for the next chap
- Linkin Hill