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Leah had traded spaces with Spike, since bombs were his speciality and since she had never been in the command post. When she looked up at the screen she saw the elderly priest was attempting to talk. She boosted the volume and the crackly voices came through at just above the audible level.
".. you killed Jill, not me."
Then the man responded, "I'm no longer Jordan. I passed through fire to be here. I'm Vito Kenneth, life born of fire."
"Jordan, you're going to kill innocent children over your own mistakes."
The man with the gun responded under his breath and the priest angrily responded, "There is a special place in hell for you, Jordan."
The man's face was stone as he turned towards the elderly minister, "Et tu brute, Padre. But you see, unlike you, I don't care about what's coming. You see I've always wanted to travel somewhere warm." The gun flashed and Leah thought he had fired but the cleric slumped over, victim to the butt of the gun not its bullets.
Just after this dramatic play Ed, the team leader, radioed in that all of the doors had been successfully cracked open except for the main door. The Sarge entered the van, having heard what happened, and Leah rewound the tape showing him exactly what had transpired.
"So the name is Vito Kenneth?" Asked Leah, "Or Jordan something or other which is it?"
"We'll have Winnie run Vito Kenneth and cross-reference with any Jordan's. We'll see what we get. He's giving off all the earmarks of being a man acclimatized to violence. It's likely he'll be in the system." Answered Greg, dialling Winnie as he spoke. The phone rang for half a tone before Winnie answered.
"Winnie, I'll need you to pull up a name, last name K-E-N-N-E-T-H Kenneth, first name Vito."
There was silence except for the taping of computer keys for a couple of agonizing seconds, and then Winnie's voice broke the quiet, "He was arrested at the beginning of the month on a vandalism charge. Caught vandalizing the Prince Edward viaduct and then proceeded to scream at the top of his lungs when the officer tried to remove him. I'll email you a photo." Greg's phone beeped and the armed man's face popped up on the screen, looking worse for wear. His eyes were bloodshot and the skin around it infected, tell tale signs of pepper spray. A smudge of red paint or blood stained his left cheek and a resilient leaf stuck in his hair.
Greg sighed, "Yep that's him Winnie. Can you run his SIN number see what else you can find?"
"Sure," and again the phone when quiet except for taping keys. "Hmm," Started Winnie into the silence."
"What?" asked Greg.
"Vito Kenneth didn't exist a before eighteen months ago. The social insurance number was registered to Jordan Hayes. Same DOB as your guy."
"And what happened to Mr. Hayes?"
"Miss Hayes." Corrected Winnie, "Jordan is a girl. Did a five year stint in the army. Discharged honourably." There was a pause, the sound of computer keys tapping and then an exclamation, "Woah, Jordan disappeared a year after she came back from her tour. She was missing a year and some change. When she got back she successfully petitioned to have her name changed to Vito Kenneth."
"So Vito used to be Jordan."
"Uh huh"
"Do you have a number for Jordan or Vito's emergency contacts?"
"Vito's only contact is a Jillian Matthews, deceased"
"Jillian Matthews, that name sound familiar."
"It should, she's the one that sawed through the Luminous Veil to jump off the Prince Edward Viaduct. It was a big story a couple months ago, front page spreads, pictures, the whole nine yards. Some people ran with it, raising questions about the effectiveness of the Veil and the right of the province to stop people from committing suicide the way they want to commit suicide."
"What's the connection between the Jillian and Jordan?"
"According to info the two were married in late 2005 and Matthews filed for divorced just before Hayes returned to Canada."
Greg let out a low whistle. "Thanks Winnie."
Greg sat back thinking when Leah's voice interrupted his thoughts, "Sarge, you should see what he doing."
His eyes snapped to the screen and despite all his years on the job, all of the horrible things he had seen, he felt the blood drain from his face and his jaw tighten in unmistakable fear.
