Chapter 11: Fun Time
He sat down beside Calleigh, "me and you where going to have one hell of a good time."
"Go to hell," she shot back as she kicked at him.
He just laughed at her. "You took away everything. Now it's my turn." He wickedly looked down at her; Calleigh knew what was coming next.
"Don't even think about it." She warned him.
He took his left hand and wrapped it around her neck. "Now be a good girl and you get a privilege.
Calleigh shot him a 'drop dead' look. What she wanted to do was beat the hell out of him.
"Now I'm going to un-cuff you don't try anything," he told her as he leaned over her to un-cuff her. He pulled her up by her hair then twisted her hands back behind her back and re-cuffed her. "How does it feel?" he bitterly asked. He escorted her out into a basement. She looked around to see if there was anything that she could use to escape, but she found a spotless basement.
"Don't bother there's nothing around here or anyone for that matter to help you," he told her.
"You killed an unarmed man and you're blaming me?" she told him.
"There's the code, the blue wall of silence, and you didn't honor it," he angrily told her.
"So I was suppose to look the other way while you committed a crime?" she shot back.
"You where suppose to watch your partners back," he responded.
"And what about watching those that we vow to protect? And those that we are suppose to bring to justice?" she asked, she was trying to get him to understand, she wanted him to understand that there was more than the code to consider.
"It's a wonder one of your investigators haven't been in cuffs while you where teamed with them," he told her.
"They're honest cops," she told him.
"I was too," he told her.
"You killed an unarmed man, and then planted a gun on him. And that's just when you where working as a patrolmen, and then there's the time you spent in narcotics," you where dirty and you are still dirty.
He backhanded her sending her off her balance and onto the cold hard concrete floor. "Now you listen, and you listen closely you took everything, and now it's my turn. Now move." He ordered her.
He took her upstairs to the living room. Her heart sank, her blood ran cold. Calleigh looked around the living room, wall to wall photos, of her, of her co-workers, dating back well before Speedle died.
"I did my homework, after all I'm a cop, and surveillance is a cop's skill, he picked up the phone, "dial," he ordered.
"Who am I suppose to be calling?" she asked.
"Your dad, I'm going to let you say good-bye to him and tell him that you love him, he's a good man, to bad he's got a bitch for a daughter," he told her.
"I can't dial I can't use my hands," she told him as she turned to show him that she was still cuffed.
"Fine, what's the number?" he asked.
Calleigh gave him a number; he waited until he heard her dads' voice.
"Here, very good," he commended her.
She shot him a nasty look. "Hi daddy," she began. "I just had a minute and thought I'd call you. Daddy I only have a minute, I just wanted to call to tell you that I love you." Tears rolled down Calleigh face, this wasn't fair, she was being forced to do this, then again this was all part of his plan, she figured as she saw the smile on his face.
He pointed to his watch to tell her that it was time to get off. "Daddy I've got to go, I love you. Bye." She tearfully told him. Dusty took the phone and hung it up.
"You did very good, now you get to go outside," he told her.
"You bastard," she sobbed.
He laughed and pushed her towards the back of the house, each wall had pictures of her during work and in her off-time. She shivered, someone like this had been that close to her and she'd been obvious to it. What kind of investigator, hell what kind of cop was she, hell what kind of cop was she for that matter?