Disconnected
Chapter Seven
Dave Williams had been told to wait outside of the viewing region to confirm that it was his wife's body, Angie Williams. He was nervous as hell as he was holding his hands into his before winding up and punching someone to be in the way.
Once the assistant was able to see Mr. Williams waiting outside. He had gone to speak with him getting him ready before pulling down the sheet from his wife's face.
Dave Williams had taken a deep exhale when he watched the window as his wife's body was laying down on the slab table. It was her that's for sure, as he tells him using the intercom...
"It's my wife Angie." he shrugged his shoulders as if he wanted to cry. But he was going to wait until he was outside and home. "I will be sure to call for when I will be picking her up for the funeral since she is going to be cremated," he says.
"I will be sure to let the doctor know since he's busy with another autopsy, sir. Take care and I am sorry for your loss," he advised with his comment and emotions.
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Robert Long after killing the woman Angie Williams. He really need to drink after his urge to kill was gone for now, while leaving Richard Newman inside the small warehouse tied up for orders that Garcia feeds him and drink until he was ready to kill the man.
There was a bar a few blocks away from the sight of the murder. The Bar was called Bistrol's friends owned by former police officers.
However, Robert had gotten into his vehicle to drive to the bar at a very late evening with the bar to be closing in a few hours.
He was thirsty and needed the alcohol in his bloodstream for now. Driving slowly knowing that there might be police patrols in the area that will stop anyone to give out tickets.
Inside the bar, there were two bartenders working for the time with three waitresses on the floor to take care of the tables having to be busy.
Ex Sergeant Gary Coopers having seen the news broadcast on Channel seven. He was working the bar with his partner Sandy Wilson Captain for 18 years before getting shot to have him retiring from the job. Currently, his partner was in the back counting the receipts of the evening. They had done well with having to be busy for the most part.
Robert walked through the front door with no care in the world at this late hour. Finds a seat at the bar as he takes a look around at the ladies sitting at the tables or even dancing with each other.
Sitting comfortably at the bar he was smirking at a red hair smiling back at him. Especially since he was wearing his black motorcycle jacket only to make his features only more unanimous.
Gary Coopers after serving a male in his fifties had asked for a Scotch on the rocks. He will leave afterward once Coopers heads on down to Robert Long asking for a Blackhouse shot leaving three of them on the bar. He will pull out a twenty-dollar bill for now, while he was keeping an eye out on the red hair talking to her friends back at their table.
She had said something to her friends that she was going to see if this man Robert Long is going to buy her a drink or something more.
Her friend Susie a nurse at the Yonkers, General hospital will say the following. "Are you sure about this Barbara?" she tells her sipping her own fruit drink that was mellowing her out as with the three others sitting at the table.
"I need to do something different with my life gang since the divorce from Martin." she cried out finishing up the last of her drink having to have been Vodka.
She moves off her chair to head on over to Robert watching her moving over to him. "Hi! My name is Barbara, would you care to buy me a drink?" she smirks as she sits next to him.
"Of course, I will Barbara." Robert will indicate to the bartender to order the two drinks as Gary went to work processing the two drinks and the money coming out of the pocket of his black pants.
They will start up a conversation for the next 30 minutes filled with drinks. The bar was going to be closing in twenty minutes.
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It was 6 .30 a.m. in the morning when a bicyclist riding in the Yonkers park was working his usual route with his exercise before heading back to work in New York City since he was a lawyer.
Jason Milton aged 45 and five had entered the park until he reached a number of trees near a small pond with several benches. Stopping to take a brief breather with his bike. He will sit down on the black bench very close to the pond.
Takes a sip from his protein drink from his black fanny pack. He looked over to the side of him when he noticed something on the ground and he needed to see what it was at the moment.
Getting closer and closer he will notice that it was a body. He didn't dare take a look after seeing the red crimson on the ground.
He will pull out the cell phone since he wasn't going to make it to work without being late. Jason will call the police as he will speak with someone over the phone to explain the situation after seeing the female's body.
Jason was told not to touch the body until the police cars arrive along with the crime scene unit and coroner's van.
Standing back some 15 minutes later with three cop cars to arrive.
A tall, black, burly police officer moved out of his black and white for the detectives. He looked around for the caller Jason Milton. "Are you, Jason Milton having called 911 with the call of the female body?"
He looked up to see the officer having asked the question. "I am Jason Milton, I will be able to give you a statement if possible," he says calmly the best he can even though he was late in court for a very special case after months of getting the case with the judge.
"I will need to find out whether or not you were able to see anyone in the area of the female body?" Sergeant Alex Cords on the detectives for the past five years along with the rest of the team.
Thinking about it for the moment with the question. "Not at all, sergeant," he says taking a deep breath of his lungs.