Disclaimer: I do not own these character nor profit from them.
RATED M:
* WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC SCENES OF VIOLENCE THAT ARE DISTURBING.
Revenge.
Chapter 7.
Fusco sat in the diner waiting. The waitress walked up and refilled his cup of coffee. He couldn't wait until they brought HR down, he hated playing a corrupt cop. He looked at his watch for the tenth time. He was getting tired of waiting he wanted to pick up his son.
"You in a hurry?" Simmons took the seat opposite him and ordered a cup of coffee from the waitress. Once she was gone Fusco shoved the manilla envelope over to him.
Simmons took it and took a quick look at the glossy photo.
"Fusco you are one cold son of a bitch. She give you any problems?"
Fusco took a sip of his coffee. " No I took her completely by surprise."
Simmons nodded. " I hope she was upset about that whack job Goren. No idea why she was so damn loyal to that rat. He must have been banging her."
He laughed at his own wit. "Copa was an idiot I should have just sent you to take care of Goren. Copa had too much of an agenda with him."
"Yeah well I got rid of their bodies and Eames too. Where is my money?"
Simmons smiled and reached into his pocket and handed him a thick envelope.
"Fusco,Fusco. If you wasn't so damn useful I would take great pleasure in getting rid of you myself." Simmons finished his coffee and threw a ten dollar bill on the table and left.
Once Fusco saw him drive away he spoke into his mic. " Did you get all that John?"
Reese switched off his digital recorder. " Every last word and I also got good photo's of him handing you the envelopes. Good work Fusco."
Fusco looked across the street as John pulled out of where he was parked. He reached into his pocket and threw another ten dollars onto the table and got up and left.
Safe house.
Finch looked over all the evidence they had gained with John. They had enough to throw a spanner into the works of HR but they really needed the Boss and until they had him they could do nothing.
James Deakins had just read through it all. He could feel a migraine coming on.
"I want in on this. For years we could never put a face behind this. Too many good cops have suffered." Deakins threw his glasses onto the table.
Harold smiled at him. "I know how frustrating it is Mr. Deakins. We are doing all we can, but we need to find the big boss, before we attack, otherwise he will crawl into a hole and it will all go back to square one."
Deakins nodded and looked over at where his two former Detectives were.
"We need Bobby and Alex. They would help us to close this and put an end to the corruption."
Harold looked over to where Goren laid. "They were quite a team. I read about them. Very impressive."
Deakins nodded. " Yes my best team, my Detectives. I admit that Goren's leaps of faith left me with ulcers, but Eames grounded him and those leaps of faith turned into hard evidence. They still have the highest solve rate in the NYPD. Whoever is running HR is a high ranking officer in the NYPD or with the government."
Harold nodded. "We have a few names that have popped up but nothing concrete."
Deakins looked at him. "What names?"
Harold looked at his list. " We have a few phone calls that Simmons made to high ranking officials. He has had several calls to the Chief of Detectives Ken Moran and several have been made to a number in the Mayor's office but we cannot find out to whom."
When Deakins heard Moran's name it made him angry. " Moran became Chief of Detectives just after I left Major Case. I know he was on Goren's back from day one. I doubt however, that he has the brains or the powers of organization to be the leader of HR. I definitely think he is a high ranking member of them though. We need to flush him out and make him sing."
Rikers.
Elias had found the corrupt Corrections officer. He made him an offer he couldn't say no to.
He walked into Matic's new cell in the Isolation squad and handed him the shiv.
"Tonight after lock down you will find your cell door and Adair's open. You will have 15 minutes before I lock both your doors. This is the only opportunity you will get so use it. Make sure you dispose of the shiv." The guard removed his gloves and left Matic's cell. He would be glad when Adair was dead. The man was becoming more erratic in his hate and a great liability to him. He would have arranged his death himself but preferred the $20,000 he had received to get rid of him.
Matic was mad as hell. This man Adair had robbed him of his payback he would make him pay dearly. He had nothing to lose. He planned on enjoying himself. For tonight this man would replace Goren. He would have his full revenge. It made him jump when the lights went out signaling lock down. He reached under his bunk and grabbed the broken broom stick and took his pillow case and the shiv. He would not be interrupted tonight.
As promised his cell door and that of Adair was not locked he easily slipped into the other man's cell. Before Adair knew what hit him he was beaten and tied and gagged, nobody heard his screams as Matic first raped him and then sodomized him with the broken broom stick it ripped his insides to pieces with its jagged end. Matic turned him over and spat in his face, then took the shiv. He had to hurry before this pig bled to death. He grabbed his face and carved Goren onto his forehead and then slit his throat he watched the life drain from him.
It never bothered him that it took longer than 15 minutes and he had heard when the doors locked shut. It had never been his plan to return to his cell. He would never see daylight again.
Elias had told him to remain in the cell and when discovered to sing like a bird and tell them that the guard had arranged for him to kill Adair. He took the shiv and held it to his throat.
"Screw you Elias!" He screamed and then Simon Matic cut his own throat.
T.B.C...
