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Warning: This story contains Mature Themes and Language, reader discretion is advised.
Dirty Cops
Chapter 1
A silver colored Hummer with flashing lights stopped in front of the many coffee shops on Flager, which was surrounded by various police cars with flashing lights and uniformed officers milling around; stringing crime scene tape up, questioning possible witnesses and holding the curious bystanders and media back. A tall red headed man exited the Hummer, walking towards the coffee shop.
"Horatio," a stocky, tall man with thinning hair greeted the red-head.
"Frank, what do we have?" Lt. Horatio Caine asked, looking around, his eyes hidden by his sunglasses.
"A bloody mess," the Texan rumbled. "Two female victims with gunshot wounds."
"Okay, any witnesses?"
"It was after the morning rush, the guy behind the counter says that the two women were talking, when the older woman suddenly fell forward on top of the other woman."
Horatio surveyed the scene, noting the entrance wound in the back of the victim's head and then turned, looking at the bullet hole in the front window. "Did the witness report hearing a shot?"
"Just the sound of the glass breaking."
Horatio looked at the two victims, commenting. "We have a long range shooter."
"I've got uniforms canvassing the area for any evidence of the shooter. I'll tell them to expand the perimeter.
Horatio looked up as Alexx entered the shop with Calleigh and Ryan following.
"Horatio," greeted Alexx.
"Alexx," Horatio nodded to the attractive, black M.E. "Calleigh, it appears that our two victims were shot by a long range shooter."
"Okay, I'm on the bullet's trajectory," the blond haired bullet expert said.
"Mr. Wolfe, photos, then bag and tag please."
"Got it."
"Alexx, what do you have for me?"
"The first victim was killed by a through and through which killed the second victim."
"Any I.D."
"The first victim is a Margie Lewis, 51 years old," Alexx gently examined the body. "You never knew what hit you, did you sweetie." Alexx with the help of her assistants; moved the body off the second victim where she was zipped into a body bag.
"And the second victim?"
"Meet Jamie Thomas, 40 years old," Alexx gently probed thru the bloody shirt, searching for the entrance wound, looking up at Horatio, who was kneeling on the opposite side of the body. "Horatio, we have a survivor."
"What?" Horatio reached for his cell phone, stopping when a bloody hand grabbed his arm. Looking down at her, seeing her shaking her head. "How?"
"She's wearing a Kevlar vest," answered Alexx.
"Can't breathe."
"Just breathe easy Jamie, you've just had the wind knocked out of you," soothed Alexx, watching as she laid quietly until she was able to breathe.
"Why?" Horatio asked, frowning. "Are you in danger? Is that why the vest?"
"Yes," Jamie whispered.
"Okay," Horatio nodded. "Who are you in danger from?"
"My husband, Curtis Swann."
"Okay," Horatio replied, thinking. "Alexx, we need your help."
"Of course Horatio. What are you thinking of?"
"I'm thinking that we continue with the assumption that we have two dead victims."
"You want to smuggle Jamie out in a body bag?"
"Umm hmm, and swear everyone to secrecy about her status."
"What are you planning to do, sir?"
"I am going to make sure that you are safe," Horatio then looked up at Frank. "We need to pick up the husband for questioning."
"Yeah, where does he work?"
"Where does your husband work ma'am?" Horatio asked.
"Curtis is with Fort Lauderdale SWAT."
"Okay, I'll get patrol to scoop him up," Frank replied.
"And Frank, as far as he is concerned. His wife is dead."
"Gotcha," Frank nodded, heading for the door, pulling his radio from the clip on his belt.
"Gentlemen, I want a new body bag," Horatio said, stopping Alexx's assistants from unfolding the one they were handling.
"Yes sir."
"Okay," Horatio looked back down at Jamie. "Okay, Alexx is going to zip you in this body bag and transport you to the M.E.'s office. Is that okay with you?"
"Are you sure that he won't find me?"
"I promise."
"Okay," Jamie whispered before allowing herself to be zipped into the body bag, and placed on the gurney which was then wheeled out to the M.E.'s van under Alexx's watchful eye.
"Calleigh, did you find out where our shooter's nest was?"
"It looks like out shooter was in a vehicle."
"A vehicle. Do you think a car?"
"I'm thinking a van or a truck," Calleigh replied. "Something with a higher vantage point then a car."
"Mr. Wolfe, traffic and security cameras please."
"You got it boss."
"Calleigh, what caliber do you think this is?" Horatio asked, giving Calleigh the bullet that had been lodged in Jamie's vest.
"Alexx retrieved the bullet already from the victim?" Calleigh asked, shocked, taking the bullet from his gloved hand. "Hmm, kinda mangled, but it looks like a .223, I'll know more when I get under my scope."
"Okay, I need you to go back to the morgue and take some photographs of our second victim."
"What's going on Horatio?"
"Not here."
"Okay, where will you be?"
"I will find you."
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Horatio met Frank outside the interrogation room where Curtis Swann was inside with a uniformed officer watching over him. Entering the room, Horatio quietly asked. "Officer Swann can you tell me where you were at ten am this morning?"
"Home relaxing on my day off. Why? What's this about?"
"Where is your wife?" Horatio questioned.
"My wife? I'm not married Lt. Caine."
"You're separated?" Frank asked.
"I mean that I've never been married. What is this about?"
"Do you know this woman?" Horatio slid a photograph across the table towards the slender blonde haired man.
"That's Jack's wife Dianne," replied Curtis.