Chapter Seven
A/N and WARNING: LOTS OF CURSING, A SWEENY TODD AND MY FAIR LADY REFERENCE. IF YOU CAN FIND THEM, I'LL GIVE YOU A DATE WITH TOM HANSON…okay, so maybe I can't do that but if I could, I totally would!
It was about nine that morning when two men entered the chapel with bags containing the letter, rose stems, and the Barbie doll. They both had serious expressions and Fuller could tell that they hadn't brought good news.
"Hello," One of them addressed the captain, "We are with Unit Seven…"
"What information do you have?" Fuller asked, his voice desperate from worry and lack of sleep.
"Well, from what we've gathered from the evidence provided, we are dealing with someone who is pretty amateur. His calling card seems something out of a cheap horror movie and he seems to be lacking in experience. We can conclude that Ms. Hoffs is his first victim. We need to get her away from him now because despite him being new to the business, there is no guarantee he won't hurt her."
"We are making a few phone calls right now. I have three of my best officers working around the clock to help catch this bastard."
"Good," the second man replied with a nod, "Do you have very many leads?"
"Kenkrick. He took over Crane Industries after one of my finest put Crane behind bars. We think that Kenkrick might be out for revenge and using our Officer Hoffs as his bait."
"Keep following your leads. You seem to have a great handle on this case. But then again, Jump Street has some of the finest officers so I wouldn't doubt…" the man's voice trailed off as a young man dressed in a flannel shirt, jean jacket, ripped blue jeans, and had a white bandana tied around his head walked past him, "Uh…"
"That's Officer Hanson. One of my personal favorites, but don't tell that to him," Fuller added quickly, "The last thing I want is for him to actually think I like him," Fuller smirked.
"Well…uh…"
"Oh, that's just his undercover clothes. He hasn't been home to change all night. None of us left. We are all just too worried about Judy."
"You seem to be very close," the first mad said pointedly.
"We are," Fuller nodded, "And that's why we need to catch this guy and catch him soon before one of us goes ballistic!"
"Well, we'll let your team get back to work following your leads. I don't doubt you capable of handling this case but if you ever need any help…"
"We'll turn right to you," Fuller smiled as the two men from Unit Seven shook his hand and left.
Sighing, he walked over to where Doug was just now getting off the phone. He had just called Mrs. Kenkrick and Fuller could hardly wait to see if he had any new information on the whereabouts of Mr. Kenkrick.
"Penhall?"
"Cap'n, looks like we were right. Mr. Kenkrick didn't come home last night. His wife said that he would most likely be at the farmhouse. She said that's where he always goes to clear his head."
"Great. Did you get the directions to the house?"
"Yup. Now all we need is a warrant."
"I'll call and get one now."
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The floor was cold beneath her. Judy shifted and tried to get comfortable but no position seemed to ease her discomfort. The light was beginning to stream through the blinds. It was morning but where was her captor? Surely he wouldn't have left her…
As if reading her mind, he walked in and sat down next to her and grossly began to stroke her cheek.
"Good morning love. Did you sleep well last night? I did. I loved our little time together last night. You gave me something special and I want to return the favor. I'll take off your gag and I'll take off my mask. Sounds good?" He asked with a quirk of his eyebrow. Judy nodded her response.
"Thank you," she said after the gag was removed.
"You're welcome. Now it's my turn. Though I doubt you'll recognize my face…" he pulled off his mask and reveled flawlessly pale skin and a mess of dirty blonde hair. His eyes were beginning to show clues of crows' feet and you could tell once upon a time they held a sparkle, "Do you know who I am?" He asked.
"No," Judy shook her head, "You look like someone I know but…"
"Like Rodger?"
"Yeah," Judy nodded, "Are…are you his father?"
"Yes, ma'am. Mr. Rodger Kenkrick."
"What do you want from me, Mr. Kenkrick?"
"It's not you I want Judy. Like I said, you are just my bait. I'll play with you a bit, have my good little fun, and wait for him to come."
"For who to come? Who is he?" Judy asked, her voice sounded desperate.
"For Officer Hanson, of course."
"Hanson?" Judy's eyes widened, "What do you want him for?"
"See, when he arrested Crane, I took over the company. I vowed that I would do Crane justice and that is just what I intend to do. You see, Tom Hanson screwed with the wrong people by throwing him in jail…"
"So was Hanson supposed to just rot in a cell for a crime he did not commit?" Judy demanded earning a harsh slap to the cheek from Kenkrick.
"Crane is innocent!"
"He provided weapons to minors!"
"He was doing the world a favor!"
"What favor?" Judy demanded.
"Those gang kids were nothin' but trouble. Crane knew just how to rid the earth of scum like them!"
"They didn't deserve to die!"
"Oh my dear, we all deserve to die. Even you, Judy, even I!"
"So what are you going to do to Hanson, supposing that he actually does come?"
"Oh, he will come. He can't let me do the things I will to you. See, here's my little plan. I am a pretty good with a camera. So what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna rough you up a bit and take a few snap-shots of you and send them off to Hanson."
"He is a fine officer, he's probably already on to you!"
"But that's the beauty of it – I want him on to me! I want him to come out here and when he does, I'm going to give him what he deserves."
"And what, may I ask, is that?"
"A bullet through the heart."
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"Hanson, you got a package!" Doug shouted as he meandered over to Tom's desk.
"It's too early for the mail."
"It wasn't in the mail. Just out by the door with your name on it."
"Yeah, that's not suspicious at all."
"Open it!" Doug urged.
"Alright, alright," Tom sighed and slid his thumb across the flap of the envelope, "Looks like pictures."
Tom lifted a stack of photographs from the brown envelope and his mouth fell agape upon seeing the subject of photography. The pictures were of Judy, taken from several angles. Her lip was busted and her eye was bruised. The last one was of Kenkrick doing something so unthinkable to her that Tom threw the pictures across the room and began using words that would make a sailor blush.
"Hanson!" Fuller stormed over to him, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Look at the goddamn pictures, Fuller. Look at what that little bastard did to her! Look! Look at what he's doing!"
"Hanson," Fuller picked up the photos and began to shuffle through them, his face flushing, "Goddamn it!"
"Fuller, I got to get this guy. I got to take him down!"
"I know son but we have to follow protocol. Now, we're supposed to get a fax with the warrant in just a few more minutes. We have to be patient."
"Don't you fucking tell me to be patient!"
"Hanson, I will not have you using that language at work!"
"Fuck protocol, fuck Crane, fuck it all!"
"Hanson, do you want to be suspended or do you want to bust this son of a bitch?"
"Of course I want to bust him."
"And I'll let you. I'll let you make the bust – you, me, Harry, and Doug, okay? But if you don't calm down, I'm going to pull you from this case!"
"Captain…"
"Hanson, I know you're upset. I'm upset too…"
"He…he raped her!"
"Yes, Hanson, I know…"
"He…he raped her," Tom repeated, his eyes were glossing over and in all honesty, so where Captain Fuller's, "He raped…her."
"We'll get him, Hanson," Fuller said determinedly as he pulled Tom into a hug, "I swear to God, we'll get this bastard!"
