"Car 11 Roger, this is dispatch. Come In car 11 Roger"

"This is Car 11 Roger, go ahead dispatch"

"I've got some information on the father of the victim you're investigating. His name is Alexander Johnson, 35 years of age, a pretty long list of offenses here, assault, public indecency, resisting arrest, armed robbery, and hate crimes. His address is 102 Main Street, Charlestown Ma 02129"

"Thank you dispatch, car 11 Roger out".

The picture becoming a little clearer to Detective Spears. His son was a mixed child, but why have a child with someone if you hate them? The thought bouncing around in his head like a bee in a bottle.

He arrives at the fathers last known address only to find the door kicked in, and a trail of blood leading to the bedroom.

"Boston Police! Let me see your hands!" He commands before storming into the room, weapon drawn.

"H-help me" cries of Mrs Johnson, who is lying on the ground with multiple gunshot wounds to her body.

"Who did this?" Spears asks, holding her face and looking into her eyes. "Was it Alexander?" He pleads trying to get an answer out of her, her mouth opens as if she's going to speak, but her breathing stops, and her eyes go lifeless.

He looks up, glancing around the room, surrounded by nazi memorabilia, flags, medals, pins, posters, pictures of lynchings, a burning rage overcomes Spears, as he calls in for an ambulance to come pick up Mrs Johnson.

His phone rings and he hesitates for a moment but answers it "Spears" answering the phone the same way he's done a hundred times.

"You find her yet? Detective?" A cold but similar voice asks almost tauntingly.