Sipping on his still coffee detective Johnson watched as Claire talked to Virginia Oliver on the phone telling her what exactly had happened to her son "Senseless." Muttering this under his breath Johnson took another sip of his now cold coffee.
"Detective can I see you in Tommy's room please?" Nodding and eyeing the doctors insistent tone he followed doctor Stanley into the neat and orderly ICU room next to the nursing station.
Seeing the beaten boy in the white washed bed under a spray of tubes and wires he tossed his coffee cup in the trash can "Coffee is for shit."
Watching as the young doctor pulled a sliver chart from the surface of the brown table and flipped it open he settled himself for whatever was to come "Detective the rape kit came back and he was raped and assaulted but that is not why I wanted to speak with you. The rape kit found old scarring there and when he took him into surgery we was lacerations and old festered over and long since closed cuts. As well as left over scars that look like to have been made by a belt or more importantly fists."
"What are you trying to say doctor?" Johnson asked anxiously as the doctor closed the file in his hands.
Inhaling and exhaling sharply the doctor locked eyes with the detective "I don't think this is an isolated incident detective."
"What do you mean Stanley?" Putting the chart down on the bed by Tommy's feet Stanley shoved his hands in the pockets of his lab coat.
"I think Tommy has been abused for most of his life and we are still waiting on the results of the seamen sample we sent back to the lab but I am not stupid. I think his father did it. I think Roland has been abusing his son for years." Finishing the doctor places the medal chart back in the holder at the end of the bed.
"I think he went to far again finally. Can you do anything to keep Roland away from his son? Charge him? Anything?" Moving his lips Johnson stiffened.
"How much evidence do you have for a conviction?" Johnson asked seriously as he crossed his arms.
"I have the old cuts and lacerations. I have this incident and if Roland was in the area we can place him at the scene of the crime." Voice trailing off as a nurse entered the room he turned to her as she handed him a stack of papers.
Looking through them Stanley did not acknowledge the nurse as she left the room and smiling placed the stack of papers on the bed in front of the detective "How about a positive ID on Roland Oliver's seamen being in the body of his son?"
Surfing through the channels on the TV in his apartment loft he ignored the blood on his hand that was surrounding the remote. "Golden girls. Designing Women. The Lone Ranger."
Hearing the doorbell go off Roland tossed the remote to the table and eyeing the cut that rain across his hand from the top of his palm down to the bottom of his palm he smiled. Getting up from the couch he went for the heavy wooden door that lead outside. Opening it he saw two well built cops standing there "Roland Oliver?"
Nodding Roland got comfortable on the door frame "Yes what is all of this about?"
Handing Roland a warrant he accepted it with one hand "Those kids are not causing anymore trouble are they?"
Reading over the warrant Roland's eyes shot wide with shock "Rape of my son?"
Looking back to the officers he tossed the warrant back to them "Tommy has more sense. Where is all of this coming from?"
"Sir we have to read you your rights and take you down to the station." Sucking his teethe Roland nodded before he got off the door frame.
"Where's my son? Did something happen to my son?" Asking these questions as one of the policeman produced handcuffs in his hand he backed away from them.
"Sir all of your questions will be answered down town." One of the policeman said as he looked Roland over.
"This is crazy." Roland stated as he was turned around and the handcuffs we snapped on one wrist.
"Sir you are bleeding. May I ask what happened to your hand?" One of the cops asked as Roland exhaled heavily.
"I was cutting up watermelon in the kitchen. Let's go in there and I will show you." Roland stated as the cop unsnapped the cuff from the wrist he had put it on.
"Do you need medical attention?" Shaking his head Roland rubbed his wrist.
"No! I just need a piece of glaze and a bandage." Roland stated as he was being read his rights.
"We'll get you medical attention." The cop said as he raised his shoulder walkie talkie to his mouth and began to talk into it.
"This is absurd Victor!" Roland roared as he sat back in his chair his hand still neatly bandaged from the paramedics visit to his loft.
"What have they got on me? What? I want to know!" Sighing Victor sat back in his chair and regarded his best friend.
"I do not know Roland but we will figure…" Cut off by the door opening Victor looked to it just in time to see two men enter wearing gray suits.
Taking seats across from them they put the case files down on the table "Mr. Oliver." One of them greeted before they got comfortable.
"Mr. Oliver where we you this evening?" One of them asked as Roland eyed him.
"Certainly not raping my child!" Nodding one of the cops wrote something down on a piece of paper.
"Look he is my son. My son. How dare you even insinuate such a thing? That's sick! Sicker then me raping two boys in my basement!" Roland roared as one of the cops sat up to the table and opened one of the case files.
"Then why do we have you seaman in the victim?" Dropping the bomb as if it was nothing the two detectives peered at Roland Oliver with unbiased eyes.
"What?" Roland asked as he sat back in his brown interrogation chair.
"They found your sperm inside your son at the hospital. Sir your son lingers in a coma as we speak and what are we going to hear from him when he wakes?" One of the detectives asked as Roland sat back up to the table and pressing his pointer finger down into the table looked the two detectives in the eye.
"I did not hurt my son. He is my son. My son. I did not touch my kid like that ever. Do you understand me?" Roland said a dead point serious tone edge to his voice as the detectives skimmed over there notes.
"Sir this a open shut case right now in less you can produce evidence to the contrary. What were your where abouts this evening?" One of the detectives asked as he looked up and over to him.
"I was at home watching TV. I went to the market, got a watermelon, cut it open, cut my hand on the watermelon knife, went stoic with the fact that my son loves watermelon and he was unable to share in it with me because two kids decided to ruin my life! Then I turned on the television and began to flip the channels before I was bombarded with this!" Roland exclaimed as he rested his hands on the top of his legs.
"My client has said enough he had pleaded his case and his innocence. I do not think there is anything left to say." Victor said breaking the tense situation before it could get worse.
Virginia Oliver knew her husband. If you asked her she could tell you his favorite color, cereal, number and book. So it was no surprise to her that when he got out of prison on a technicality he didn't tell her about it. That was no surprise to her. What was surprising to her was the fact that she was sitting next to her son in a little ICU room and her husband was arrested for doing it.
She remembered the outburst in court and what her husband had said. She remembered that as if it had just happened and she was still sitting in the court room. They thought they had a sure thing then too but they hadn't. "Someone is out to get daddy." Virginia soothed to her comatose son next to her before she rubbed his hand.
"We'll get through this son. Someway. Somehow. We'll get through this. I know that his confession was caroused. Pressured out of him. I know your father. He's a good man. He'll be ok. We will get through this. Just have faith in your father. Just have faith. I do. I have faith that you are going to wake up and put all of this to rest for your father. I have faith that daddy's going to come home and we are going to be a family again. I have that faith. I have faith in our marriage. I have faith in you and him. You'll wake up and make this all better for him and we will catch the son of a bitch that did it. I have faith in all of this son. I have faith in you." Finishing Virginia sat back in the chair and got comfortable as it was going to be a long night.