3
As I walked back the rest of the team Hank stood in front of me.
"Hey, what happened?" he asked calmly and I just looked up at him.
"I couldn't talk him down." I merely replied and walked past him.
I was leaning against Hank's car just silent for a moment while statements were taken and Remy's body was taken away. This didn't make sense. Remy loved his parents and his parents took care of his every need. He was the only child they had left. He wouldn't just go off the deep end and kill them. I couldn't believe this, I wouldn't. I needed to figure out how he ended up this way. Was he taking drugs? Did he talk to the others and maybe they filled his head with something crazy. I removed my phone and texted a friend of mine.
We need to meet tonight. No exceptions.
Hank approached me looking me over with a mildly light gaze.
"You alright?" he asked and I looked up at him and nodded.
"I will be." I replied and he looked me over for a second.
"How well you know the perp?" he asked. I tensed and crossed my arms.
"We grew up in those apartments. His parents were nice." I replied and Hank eyed me carefully as if waiting for me to pour my heart out about him, but that would lead too much into my past and it wasn't his business to know. "He admitted to killing his parents."
Hank shook his head curiously.
"He tell you why?" he asked. I shook my head.
"He wasn't making much sense. But after his siblings were killed I don't think he was ever the same. My parents… didn't let me hang out with him much." I lied trying to hold myself together. Hanks eyes alone could knock down the hardest of mental barriers. He was trying to knock them down now until Antonio came up behind him.
"There's no weapon on Yang. Burgess and I will head back to the crime scene and search again to find anything until we find out what type of gun was used." he said and Hank looked at him.
"Alright. This case doesn't close until we find that gun." he said and began to walk around the front of the car. I looked down and up at Antonio to see him staring at me just at intensely as Hank was. I wondered if he was still mad about me not telling him about the orgasm I didn't hae. I refrained from rolling my eyes and getting into the car.
"Where to?" I asked.
"Back to Intelligence. I want a statement of what went down back there." he said and I nodded.
"Yes sir." I replied and looked at my phone upon hearing it vibrate.
Alright
I put my phone away and looked ahead. Hours later, I had finished typing up my report of the Yang suicide and knocked on Hank's already opened door. He was reading something when I came in.
"Here's my report." I replied moving to sit the file on his desk. Hank looked up at me carefully and then raised the paper he was reading.
"This is an old report on Mr. and Mrs. Yang. Did you know their four sons, excluding Remy, were victims of the Chicago Butcher?" he asked and I stood there for a moment and looked down.
"I've heard stories." I replied and he stood up now and moved the desk and over to the door closing it.
"William Abington aka The Chicago Butcher was a real sick motherfucker." he said and I just stood in place as he walked around and leaned against the desk crossing his arms. I looked down slightly and then up.
"I know he was." I replied. He nodded slowly.
"His MO had all of Chicago up in arms trying to find him sixteen years ago. What all did you know about him?" he asked. I looked up for a second trying to keep myself together.
"He liked to kill families in front of children. Sometimes parents, sometimes siblings, or if you were considered special, both parents and siblings." I replied and Hank nodded.
"He left a lot of children mentally messed up. I'm guessing Remy Yang didn't just hear about his brother's murders, he was forced to watch as his brothers were butchered and he finally snapped." Hank said and I just remained standing there, my heart beating faster and my chest heaving a bit more. I nodded biting my lip and looking down some.
"Why are you telling me what I already know?" I asked.
"Because you knew this bit of information and you kept it from me." he said.
"Hank I haven't seen Remy in years. I had no idea about his mental state. I was maybe fifteen the last I saw him." I lie and he nodded slowly and it looked like he knew I was lying.
"Anything else you know that could potentially help us understand why Yang would go off the deep end now and kill his folks? Anything at all that you're not telling me?" he asked and I shook my head. What I knew didn't matter to this case. The Yangs are gone and what I knew will not change that. Even if I didn't believe Remy killed his parents.
"No." I replied and he stared at me for a moment looking me over some and sighed and shook his head.
"This unit is built on trust, Ashta." he said and I nodded.
"Have I ever given you to not trust me?" I asked.
"Just now you have." he said and I winced at his words. I don't know it hurt me to hear him say this. But I kept his words on the outer wall where everyone was kept distant from me and nodded.
"Well… I hope to one day earn your trust again." I replied before turning and leaving out of the room. I felt the anger building inside me. How could he not trust me? Because I didn't want to tell him things that couldn't help at all? That's just like him. He wanted to know everything about everyone all the time. I sat down at my desk and just took a few seconds to breathe. I knew I brought this on myself, coming off as a secretive person. But it was the only way. If I keep them all at a distance, then it wouldn't hurt when the day comes I lose them. The rest of the team returned and Adam moved back to the office to talk to Hank. I looked at Kim.
"Hey, you guys find the gun?" I asked and she sighed and shook her head.
"No. We're guessing he stashed it when he fled." she said. Hank and Adam came out of Hank's office.
"Alright listen up. Got a report from the medical team. Remy Yang didn't have any gunshot residue on his hands. This means he didn't fire a gun." Hank told. My entire body tightened at his words.
"So he wasn't our shooter. Maybe he knew or saw the shooter and was running from him." Jay told, and I leaned forward some in thought.
"I don't understand why would he admit to kill his parents if he didn't do it?" I asked.
"Maybe he felt he couldn't protect them and thought in some way he killed them." Kevin said.
"And the guilt of this plus the pain of your surviving family members being gone was just the last straw." Hailey added.
"Well now that he's ruled out this means we got a killer on our hands we got to find. Antonio and Kim, you go back out to Windmill and talk to the neighbors, see if you can find anything." Hank demanded. The two detectives nodded and headed back out the door. I watched as they left my mind reeling from different thoughts. Was this just a random attack or was it someone Remy knew? I needed answers and I knew who I'd get them from.
With the case going to Antonio and Kim, I knew whatever I heard I'd have to report to them. When it was quitting time, I moved to the lady's locker room and swapped out some of my stuff. Kim was just entering and we shared a smile as she stood beside me and changed.
"Any luck on the Yang case?" I asked and she shook her head sighing.
"No one saw anything or heard anything. They said the Yangs were good and their deaths were a shock, all three of them were." she said. I nodded.
"I'm sure you've read the parent's files on their children." I said and she nodded shaking her head.
"Yes. God I never knew their family was one attacked by the Chicago Butcher. I want to believe that maybe that has something to do with it, but there's no evidence and it's too long of a stretch." she said and I just nodded not voicing that I agreed with her words. She looked me over some. "You said you grew up in that neighborhood too. Did you know anything about him?"
I shrugged glancing at her as I pulled my coat on.
"Yes. We played together a lot actually… but after what happened, my parents didn't want me around him. You know not wanting that trauma around me." I said and she nodded.
"Of course. Well good night." she replied and I smiled and walked around her.
"Good night." I replied and moved out into the lobby. As I walked to my car and I could see Antonio out of my side eye.
"Hey, Ashta, hold up a second." he said and I paused at my car and looked at him.
"What's up?" I asked and he looked me over with a gentle shrug.
"I just wanted to see how you're holding up. I mean it's not easy trying to talk someone off a ledge and I know it can hit you pretty hard when they still end up falling." he said and I just nodded looking down some.
"He was a sweet kid, Antonio." I replied honestly looking up at him. Now I felt all the sadness rolling up on me and I sniffled some. "He didn't deserve any of this." Antonio just pulled me into him and I wrapped my arms around him filling his strong arms embrace me. His scent washed over me and I was starting to crave his body, but I fought the urges.
"Want me to come over tonight?" he asked and I leaned back and just looked up at him shaking my head.
"No. I'll be alright. You'd better be careful, you don't want to care too much. Remember Voight's rule." I said teasingly and he smirked. I honestly found it kind of funny that Hank was really strict about the team dating each other. But that wasn't really a problem for me really. I didn't want to date anyone on the team. Even though Antonio and I were just screwing around, we knew that this little phase would eventually pass.
"Hey I'll always care for you. But don't worry, I won't get too attached." he said and I smiled and nodded as we took a few steps from each other.
"Good night." I replied and he nodded waving as he turned from me.
"Night." he said. I smiled at the back of his head before getting into my car and heading out. Remy was on my mind the entire time. I had to find the person responsible for this. He deserved that peace. As I pulled into my parking spot, I looked into the windows of my home to see my bed room light on. But I know I didn't leave it on. I got out and approached my door with caution seeing as it was ajar. I pulled my gun out and kept it at my side as I entered. I searched each room downstairs. No one was down here. I inhaled quietly before moving upstairs to my lit room. I peeked inside the door and sighed as I saw who was there. I put my gun away and opened the door.
"I could have shot you." I said angrily.
"Mm yes but I'm your only link of sanity that keeps you tied to this world. You wouldn't have shot me." he said as he lied naked on my bed with one knee up. "Heard about Remy." I shook my head now and placed my gun and bad on my dresser by the door.
"You think it was tied to us?" I asked and he shook his head.
"If it was then there's stupid for going after someone as unimportant as Remy." he said. I whipped my head at him, glaring.
"This isn't a joke, Cesar!" I snapped and he nodded sitting up.
"I know this isn't a joke. What happened to Remy is a tragedy. But you're a cop and you'll find out who did this and bring them to justice." he said standing up and walking over to me, looming over me now. He was six-six, slim, but worked out so much he wasn't anyone I would ever have to truly fight to the death. He raised his hands and slid them down the sides of my face. "Now, it's been a while since we have seen each other. I have some… feelings I want to get off my chest as I am sure you do too." I closed my eyes feeling his calloused hands caress me, my hands gently lifting to rest on his sides.
"Now… you want my hands… or my belt?" he asked softly running his fingers down the side of my lips. I opened my eyes and looked up at him.
"You have no control with your hands, the last time I was sure you'd kill me. So your belt." I replied and he growled leaning in and kissing me possessively.
"Never." he replied against my lips.
Cesar was my release from the world. I looked him up after my parents passing when I found out he was just like me, troubled and hurting from what had happened to us. At first we were angry because we weren't saved and we agreed to take it out on each other, but of course once the hormones ignited and our bodies started to change we decided to mix violence and pleasure together to truly let out everything we were feeling. It was the only way to stop either of us from becoming unhinged.