Heavy Rain: Origami Lament

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Mad Jack

Thursday

2:18 PM

3.502 Inches of Rainfall

SAM POV

I sighed as I got out of my car, pulling my ARI glasses from the glove compartment, where I had stashed my spare gun. Putting them in my pocket, I looked around the junkyard, noting the only other figure present. A tall, muscular, dark-skinned bald man with black eyes, clad in jeans, a stained tank top, and boots. Certainly the guy I was looking for.

'Mad Jack, aka Jackson Neville. This guy's got a criminal record as long as my arm. I'd better be careful.' I mused. 'That said, Mad Jack is suspected of selling the car I'm looking for. Might be worth asking him a few questions.'

Readying myself, I approached the bulldozer where Mad Jack was working and called out, "Can you stop that thing?"

He paused, looking down at me. He then shut it off and hopped down.

"Samantha Giddings, FBI." I introduced myself. "Can we talk for a minute?"

Mad Jack nodded. "I'm listening."

"Can we go inside?" I asked, looking up at the rain pouring down.

He sighed but nodded and led the way over. We were soon just inside the door, out of the rain, thankfully.

I decided to get right down to business. "I'm looking for the owner of a blue Chevrolet Malibu '83. I don't give a damn how the car got here or whether you stole it or not, I just want to know who bought it from you."

"Sorry. Don't ring a bell. I got a real bad memory for names." he sneered.

"Perhaps I can help you to remember. If we find out that you sold the car to the man we're looking for, you're looking at some pretty solid time inside, Jacky-boy." I shot back.

Mad Jack just laughed. "You try to scare me with your big talk? I never saw your damn car, now take a walk."

With that, he stalked away, leaving me suspicious.

'Not much help, this so-called Mad Jack. He's either clean as a whistle...or else he's got something to hide.'

I had a sneaking suspicion that there was more going on here than met the eye. So I pulled out the glasses and glove and quickly set ARI up. I immediately began examining the scene. Sure enough, a few things jumped out at me.

'Same brand of tires as the car I'm looking for. Has the killer's car been here?' I found myself wondering, upon finding the tracks, then the footprints, two sets. 'Size 10, most likely a visitor, since these size 13 prints must be Mad Jack's.'

Then I noticed it. 'ARI, comment. Traces of orchid pollen in the air inside the garage. A few traces of blue paint, the same tire tracks. No doubt about it, the killer's car was here.'

But then I noticed something disturbing. 'Blood? Now why is there blood here?'

I followed the tail worriedly until I lifted a lid to reveal an awful smell, and a skull inside what looked horribly like an acid bath.

"That's one of your cop buddies, asking too many questions." Mad Jack revealed as he pressed the gun against the back of my skull. "I had to solder up his little mouth."

With that, he grabbed my gun and threw it aside. I grimaced. This wasn't good, he had gotten the drop on me.

"Hands on your head, bitch. I ain't got time to be playing around with you. Let's just get you outta sight and finish you off."

I knew right then that he was planning to kill me, which was why he was forcing me to walk to the back of the shed. But as we passed the crane hook, I took my chance, grabbed it, and swung it at him.

He cried out in surprise and I seized the chance, pouncing at him and grabbing for the gun. He threw me off, but I quickly kicked at his legs, making him stumble. I then grabbed a nearby tool and grabbed the gun again, striking him with the tool and sending him crashing into barrels of gasoline.

"Enough fucking around!" I yelled, now armed and furious. "Now you're gonna tell me about the man with the blue car!"

"Go fuck yourself in the ass..." Jack spat.

I shook my head. "Last chance, Jack. Make it easy on yourself."

Jack just smirked. "What are you gonna do? You ain't got them killer eyes, so what? You gonna cuff me?"

To his credit, he was right. I would only ever shoot someone as a last resort.

I then saw my chance and decided to try and trick him. "Do you like fireworks, Jack? 'Cause I bet those gas tanks are gonna blow up real nice."

Sure enough, his face broke into one of fear. "Shit, man, don't mess with the gasoline."

"We'll just say it was an accident." I reassured sarcastically. "Or rather, I'll say it was an accident because you won't really be able to talk, will you, Jack?"

"Crazy motherfucker, you're out of your mind, bitch!" he snapped, before I raised the gun towards the tanks. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop! Enough! I'm starting to remember some things. You be cool and I'll tell you the tale."

I knew then that I had him. So I nodded and allowed Jack to continue.

"Now I don't know nothing about the guy. He wanted me to get rid of his dirty car and get him a new one with false plates. He paid cash, and I ain't the questioning kind." Jack admitted. "He said I was supposed to drop the word to a guy named Paco down at the Blue Lagoon when the car was done. That's all I know."

"We'll continue this discussion down at the station. You're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything..." I trailed off, feeling dizzy from Triptocaine withdrawal. "Oh shit, not now... Anything you say can and will be..."

"Hey...you look like you got a problem, bitch." Jack remarked, sounding cocky again.

I faltered, taking the tube of Triptocaine out of my pocket. Trying to resist the urge to take it, I ended up dropping it, allowing Jack to stand up, laughing, and kick the tube away as I sank to my knees.

"What? They letting you dopeheads into the FBI now? God bless America! Now I'm gonna give you a little help with your drug problem, Miss Five-O...permanently."

With that, he kicked me in the head and I blacked out.

When I came to, it was to find myself handcuffed to the steering wheel of my car and to hear the god-awful noise of the worst thing possible in this situation: the car being crushed!

'Shit! Shit, he's gonna…!' I realized. 'Okay, calm down, focus. The gun in the glove compartment. If I can get my hands on it, I can free myself.'

Looking over, I shifted as best as I could to reach the glove compartment with my feet, finally opening it and knocking the gun out. It slid towards me and I caught it just in time. I quickly shot the handcuffs off and then kicked out the window before climbing out. I leapt off the crusher just as it began swallowing my car.

Quickly recovering, I aimed up at the bulldozer with my gun, but Jack was nowhere in sight. Then I yelped as a blow like a sledgehammer struck me. It was Jack, he had gotten the drop on me again.

"Come on, bitch! What you got?!"

I grimaced and tried to shoot him, but he knocked the gun out of my hands. I backed up and then tried to fight back. But it was like attacking a lump of iron. He barely reacted to my punches and then backhanded me to the ground, laughing like a maniac. He then seized me by the neck and lifted me up. I kicked out and managed to strike him hard enough to make him let go. I scrambled back but he then struck again, kicking me in the side. I rolled over and thought it was done, that he was going to finish me.

Then the screaming started and I scrambled to my feet in time to see Jack going under the treads of the bulldozer, getting run over and crushed to death. Wincing at the horrible way to go, I nevertheless felt relief that I had just narrowly escaped death. I'd had some close calls in my career, but this was the closest and most dangerous one yet!

I panted, trying to catch my breath. Trying hard not to think too much about what I'd just witnessed, I began to consider my new lead: Paco at the Blue Lagoon.

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