"Alright, where would Williams, Graham, or Davis hide the evidence?" Murdoch asked as he, Brackenreid, Watts, Freddie, and Rebecca, prepared themselves to finish Williams twisted game- and win.
Julia wished she could go with all of them, but since she could barely sit up without needing assistance she knew there was no way she would be facing Williams tonight.
George didn't want to be left out either, but he knew he would just keep everyone behind if he went, and would be the easiest target out of the group. It would be easier for them if he stayed behind.
That left Nina, who opted to stay. She didn't know how to use a gun- and since all the others did, she was sure she would be at a disadvantage if they ran into trouble. Plus, she was still in shock after loosing Sam, and didn't think she would be very helpful at the moment.
"So far these unowned properties have been playing a big part in their scheme. Almost every event they have orchestrated took place in one of the houses." Freddie pointed out.
"Than would they really think hiding the evidence in one of them to be a good choice? They may be arrogant, but they still must know they aren't going up against a bunch of idiots. Bloody hell, it could be anywhere in the city!" The inspector exclaimed.
"Wait a minute- Jarvis Street, Bloore Street, and Wellesley, are three of the locations the properties were on, right?" Murdoch asked, an idea slowly forming in his mind.
"Yes," Watts answered, wondering what he was getting at.
"Those Streets are all connected to each other, and I'm not sure that's just a coincidence," Murdoch started explaining quickly.
"What are you getting at?" Brackenreid asked, still not looking happy.
"Was anything ever mentioned about a house on, er- Parliament Street?" Murdoch asked, ignoring his question. While Rebecca, Freddie, and Watts, shook their heads, George asked:
"Parliament Street?"
"Yes, George," Murdoch said, knowing he had something to share.
"Sir… Louise Cherry lives on that Street." He said.
"Together those Streets create the perimeter of a rectangular shape of land. I believe they stationed someone at each of the houses to keep anyone from getting into that area of land. It's as if they were guarding something," Murdoch said in wonder, they had figured it out!
"Do you think that's where they are hiding the evidence?" Rebecca asked.
"Right now, it's our best guess," Freddie said.
"Alright, does everyone have something they can use to defend themselves?" Brackenreid asked, and they all nodded.
"Alright, then let's get down there so we can be done with this once and for all," Murdoch said in a determined voice.
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Detective Murdoch went in first, with Rebecca, Freddie, Watts, and Brackenreid following close behind. They had gotten in from the corner of Jarvis and Wellesley and made there way through the grassy area. The lights of the city dimmed as they grew closer and closer to the middle of the rectangle.
"Is that…" Murdoch began as they neared a box shaped contraption sitting on the floor.
The closer they got to it, he realized it was the recording device that had been taken from his home after the murder. With his heart beating, he bent down and turned it on. Soon a crackling sound filled the night around them, and then there was Lydia Hall's voice. Muffled from being aa room away from the device, but you could still hear her voice as she told Murdoch about Dobbs' death.
Soon his voice jumped in as they began talking, but it didn't last for long. Soon Murdoch's voice got cut off and he could hear the impact of himself falling, Lydia's screams echoing through the night.
Her last breaths as she was strangled.
The voices of Williams and Graham in the background.
Detective Murdoch didn't know when the tears in his eyes got there, he only noticed them as they silently slid down his face.
The memories from that night were never clear, it felt more like scenes from a nightmare than a memory. But here it was, proof that that night was real.
Proof that he didn't kill her.
Proof that he couldn't save her.
Soon the recording stopped, and the world turned silent once again. In the quiet peacefulness of early morning, William Murdoch knelt in the grass, crossing himself and silently sending a prayer to the dancer.
"Well, well, well, how touching." Williams' voice sneered, making the Detective jump up.
"You, you won't get away with this!" He yelled angrily, pulling out his gun and pointing it at the man.
"Go ahead, Detective. Shoot me. Kill me. See if that makes you feel any better, see if it brings back the dancer… see if it brings back your faithful constable," he said, and Murdoch felt his heart skip a beat at the unfairness of the situation. "You know I'm right, you won't shoot-"
Watts raised his gun:
"Maybe I will," he spat at the man responsible for Jackson's death. However in an instant another man- one of the ones working with Louise- silently appeared and pressed a gun to the side of Freddie's head. Her eyes grew wide, but she didn't move.
"You will not use a gun on me, unless you want your friend here to end up like Constable Jackson." Williams said with a smirk.
"If you hurt her, you're going to wish I had used a gun when I'm finished with you," Watts said with pure hatred as he set the weapon down beside Murdoch's.
Rebecca looked at Brackenreid, knowing they had to do something. Not yet, he seemed to tell her with his eyes.
Soon a second man walked in, and beside him was Louise Cherry. She wore an icy smile as she strode past Rebecca and Freddie with a gun in her hand.
"Why hello again, Detective Murdoch. It appears you are in a bit of a sticky situation here, so let me ask: where ever is George Crabtree? Did your obedient lilt puppy dog finally bail on you?" She asked with mock sweetness.
"George Crabtree nearly died because you and all these men insist on hurting innocent people, and he risked his own life trying stop you!" Murdoch yelled.
"Careful, Detective. Or George may not be the only one to get hurt."
At the moment when all eyes were Murdoch and Williams, Rebecca looked at Brackenreid and he nodded. Rebecca looked at Freddie and yelled duck right as Brackenreid pulled out his gun and with perfect aim, shot the gun that had been in the man's hand. Freddie rolled to the floor and pulled out her own weapon, shooting the man in the side. He fell to floor, his breathing turning uneven.
Detective Murdoch tried punching the man that had entered with Louise, and just as he ducked to avoid Murdoch's fist, Watts brought his knee to the man's face. He staggered back just as Williams finally pulled out his own gun.
He tried to fire at Murdoch but he ducked at the exact same time Rebecca snuck up behind Louise as she tried pulling her gun out, and shoved her behind Murdoch. The bullet hit her square in the shoulder.
Louise dropped her gun and Brackenreid grabbed it, meanwhile Watts picked up his gun and hit the man he had kneed in the face hard in the head. The man lost consciousness and fell to the ground right as Murdoch and Brackenreid both shot at Williams upon seeing him aiming his gun at Freddie.
Murdoch's bullet went into his knee while Brackenreid's missed, and the bullet he had been aiming at Freddie went astray and flew into the distance. Watts shot at Williams in the same second he was falling, and hit the arms he carried his gun with. The object flew out of his hand and Murdoch kicked it away before he could grab it.
They all turned around, looking at each other, equally shocked that none of them had been hurt.
"It's over," Murdoch breathed, and the words sounded foreign on his tongue. When silence answered him, he said again, "It's over." With a lightness in him he hadn't felt in days.
"No, it's not," said a voice from behind them, and they turned to see Louise Cherry. She had gotten up and was holding the gun Murdoch had kicked away from Williams, she was shaking all over and her wound still bled- but if she was in pain se didn't show it. A crazed look had come over her, and her eyes looked wild. However instead of pointing her gun at anyone in Murdoch's crew, she pointed it at a Williams.
"Louise, what on earth?" He cried with as much force as he could, but she just laughed lightly.
"This is what I swore I would do the minute I agreed to help you. I told myself I would wait for the right time, but since this is the last chance I'll probably ever get- I'll take it. Did you really think I was an idiot? That I wouldn't figure it out?" She asked in the same eerily calm tone.
"Figure what out?" He asked, trying desperately to get up but he couldn't move.
"How could you let my father do that to my mother? How could you?" She cried, turning hysterical. "How could you be so oblivious to the life of your brother?"
"A-Albert is your father?" He asked in disbelief.
Not answering, she just stared at him. "Goodbye, Franklin Williams, this is for my mom!" She yelled, and shot at him.
Everyone could only watch the scene play out, frozen in shock and bewilderment as Louise Cherry finally dropped the gun and collapsed to her knees, where she cried until finally exhaustion and pain brought her into unconsciousness.
"What the bloody hell was that!" The Inspector exclaimed.
"I don't know, but we need to get out of here. I'll bring that," he said pointing to the recording device. "When we get out there we need to call Constables to come pick up the bodies, and get Ms. Cherry into custody." Murdoch said.
"So what do we do now that we have the evidence to claim you are innocent?"
"Well, I would say see the Chief Constable but we don't have one at the moment. We need to show it to someone of high authority, though." Murdoch said.
"Well, than it's a bloody good thing you saved our Mayor's life not long ago. He commented on your running from the law, you know. Something tells me he'd be interested in seeing this," Brackenreid said and nodded to the recording device.