1. "Oke Wik'a'ni, aka Killer." Duane "Dog" Chapman looked around the room at his family and team. Standing at the whiteboard at the front of the room, he glared around at them. He wasn't mad at them, he was just pissed that they hadn't caught the guy yet. Turning, he slammed his fist into the wall.
"Duane! Calm down baby." scolded his wife, Beth. Standing up, she walked over to him and laid a hand on his arm.
"Sorry," he said, "but we've been chasing this piece of shit for almost TWO YEARS Beth! I wanna get this guy!"
"You think I don't know that?" Beth replied. "He's jumping my bond bra. Just calm down and we'll get him." Looking around the room, there were other three people sitting there; two men and a woman. She called to one of the men. "Leland! Description."
"Oke Wik'a'ni aka Killer," reeled off Leland Chapman. "39, 6ft 5in, 220lbs. Samoan, black hair, brown eyes. Wanted for theft, assault, possession of drugs and paraphernalia and suspected murder. Dude," he commented, "this guy's got…" he counted quickly," over 28 arrests with multiple charges in the last two years alone."
"Why do you think you're dad wants to get him so bad, bra?" said Beth.
"Who's the cosigner Baby Lyssa?" Dog asked his daughter. The woman on the couch opened a folder and went down the page.
"Woman by the name of Pele Wik'a'ni, his wife I think," she said.
"Right," said Dog. "We'll try her number first then."
"Right. Her cell is 693-6527."
Cleaning up after dinner that night, Niele was just putting the dishes away when her father came storming in. she froze where she stood, still holding a dinner plate, and praying he wouldn't notice her. It didn't work.
"STUPID BITCH! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU STANDING THERE?" He was definitely drunk. He flew across the room and backhanded her across the face, causing her to stagger backwards, dropping the plate in the process. It shattered as it hit the floor.
"YOU STUPID SLUT! I LET YOU LIVE IN MY HOUSE AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME? BREAKING MY DISHES?" He was way past drunk.
He backhanded her again, this time with enough force to knock her to the ground. Grabbing her hair, he pushed her face into the shards of broken glass left from the plate. She cried out in pain.
Laughing, Oke Wik'a'ni walked out of the house, letting the front door slam closed behind him. He left his daughter behind, lying amid bits of broken glass and a pool of her own blood.