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Authors Note: This is the squeal to Let The Cycle Be Broken by Mele. I hope he does not mind an old friend squealing his great story. You can find this story here : s/11364892/1/Let-the-Cycle-Be-Broken

Let The Ring Be Broken

Roland Oliver sighed as he shifted through the mail on his front stoop "Junk. Junk. Dun. Bill."

Voice trailing off when he saw the flashing message light on the answering machine he wet his lips before he pressed play "Hey. This is the DA over the case. In reviewing your testimony that was under question I think you should really get in touch with your son. Let him know you are out. I really think we can get at least a retrial…" Cutting the message off with beep of the delete button his eyes went cold.

"You have no messages." Looking to the side he thought of his son and wondered. Wondered if he was hanging out with Billy and Jason. Wondered if he had had contact with them Wondered.

Walking into the kitchen Roland tossed the mail down on the small table right outside the kitchen as his cold thoughts turned to his son. His son. Thomas James Oliver. His son. Opening the black side by side refrigerator he looked for a drink and upon seeing the third full vodka bottle sitting on the second self pulled it out.

Pulling a clear whiskey glass down from the cabinet beside the refrigerator he quickly filled it with the clear liquid before he downed it in one swig.

It was a slow night for Detective Johnson at least it had been only thirty minutes ago. That was until he got a call over his scanner in his office that there had been an attack. Walking onto the crime scene he took a deep breath in as the flashing lights of the near by cop cars seemed to burn him. Walking into the modest one story abandoned house he stepped under the crime scene tape to where EMT's were currently lifting a lifeless boy onto a stretcher "Paterson what do we have?" Johnson asked the near by detective as he stepped up to him.

"Nothing much. Pretty open and shut. Probably a near by and local junkie. Probably pissed off a local drug dealer or drug lord. Pretty messed up. Hair mangled. The usual. The neighbor heard clawing at the walls and called us. Apparently the rat that had sat off the neighbor escaped right into a mouse trap outside the neighbor's house." Nodding Johnson always wondered how Peterson could maintain such a cold exterior to the job.

"Thanks." Walking into the chaos of the crime scene he eyed one of the medics.

"What do we have?" Johnson asked as he adorned white gloves from his pocket and pulled them on.

"A male. Early twenties. Beaten. Heavy drug activity. Tortured. Whipped. When we found him he had tape around his neck and a plastic bag sitting to the side of him. The assailant tried strangulation. There are slashes to indicate that there has been cutting. Stabbed." Nodding Johnson watched as the paramedic went for his radio walkie talkie just off his shoulder.

"We are running a rape kit now." Acknowledging the paramedic statement with a nod, Johnson walked over to where the paramedics had just lifted the stretcher up.

Looking down at the boy he eyes grew colder as he positively identified the boy on the stretcher "Tommy."

Claire Scott had put it behind her. The whole ordeal was over and the son of a bitch that had hurt her son…Thoughts trailing off violently Claire looked to the police ambulance scanner "Ambulance 45674 arriving docking door two. Possible assault victim."

Getting herself together she tossed her scope around her neck and swiftly walked out from behind the desk. Walking down the well lit hallway she ran into a group of nurses that were also heading to the docking door. "Another assault."

Smiling at Dr. Stanley she reached door two just in time to see them ambulance fly in. Getting out of the front seat the paramedics rushed around to the back of the ambulance. Flinging the doors open the paramedics slid the stretcher down out of the ambulance "Male. Native American. Early twenties."

Rushing to the side of the stretcher Claire let the paramedic's voice trail off as the wheels were sat down on the pavement and it was turned towards the door. Rushing Claire helped the paramedics secure the equipment to the stretcher. Looking down at the boy on the stretcher her face went white when she caught sight of the boy on the stretcher. Backing away from the stretcher a little her eyes caught the stone eyes of detective Johnson that had just climbed out of the police cruiser.

Jason popped his back as he waited impatiently for Billy to get to his house so they could start the movie he had rented. Turning his attention from the pouring rain outside his window he walked into the small hallway right outside the living room he was in when the phone there rang. Picking up the white cordless Jason spoke heavily into the receiver "Hello."

"Jason. This is detective Johnson." Smiling Jason rubbed his eyes as the detective occasionally called him to check in on him.

"Hey. I am alright. Currently waiting on Billy to arrive so I can start this cool new horror movie I rented for us and am currently heating up a pizza in the oven." Turning away from the door when he saw the strobe of headlights dance across the wall he regarded the conversation with the detective.

"That's great. That is really good kid. I am glad you are doing so well. Listen can you and Billy make it to Las Angles either tonight or tomorrow?" Narrowing his eyes in concern Jason switched ears.

"What's going on?" Jason asked as he leaned placed his hand on the wall and leaned on it.

"Well we have a situation. It's Tommy. He was attacked and they just got the rape kit results back. He was raped severely." Paling Jason took several steps back as he heard the front door open.

Looking back Jason could not shake the shock that had claimed him as he looked at the socking wet Billy standing there "Jason. Jason what's wrong?" Billy asked me worry feeling his voice as he had just got off the phone with his mom in Angel Grove. Roland Oliver had been let out of prison on a technicality.

"Jason it's going to be alright. Roland can't hurt us. It's ok." Billy soothed as Jason took a few steps back from him.

"Is there anyone I need to call? An ambulance? Do you need me to take you to the ER?" Billy questioned as Jason gargled.

"Tommy." Jason managed to get out before he dropped the phone to the floor where it crashed with a clatter.

To be continued…..