RIver City Blues
Chapter 2
Ryan Gunner, a simple River City homicide detective. He just got an MDK from the projects in the mission district. He pulled his dented black Kuruma up to the curb infront of the apartment building. It was raining as usual. There were a couple of other RCB Black on White cruisers outside already. Ryan took a deep breath, checked the Glcok 17 strapped in his holster and got out of his car. He walked around the car and up the stoop of the building.
Inside the stairwell landing a few cops mulled around aimlessly. Det. Gunner walked passed htme and up the steps to the 3rd floor, the crime scene. On the 3rd floor a few more flatfoots questioned neighbors about what happened. Ryan passed them into the crime scene. The door to the apartment was open, the door way was criss-crossed with the standard yellow POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS tape. Ryan ducked under them to get into the apartment.
The small apartment was littered with police. CSI unit took pictures of every part of the room, other cops dusted for prints. Gerald Manns, a portly, dark skinned bearded African American Detective wearing a grey suit walked up to Gunner.
" What do we got here Manns?" Gunner asked looking aorund the crime scene, he glanced over at the mutilated heads of the two corpses by the TV and winced.
" The two over by the TV." Manns began with the usual rundown. " Shot in the head, one with a .44 the other with a .45. We're running a backround check. The other one in the bathroom." Manns pointed to an open bathroom door across from the two shot in the head. A CSI agent looking over a body riddled with bullet holes. " That one's full of .45's and .44's, and then one more in the bedroom." He said pointing a room in the back. " One back there, broken glass everywhere. The body was shot two times in the temple with a .44. Now for evidence, we foud a 12 guage on the corpse in the toilet, two 9mm's on the table in front of the TV. A .44 on the floor over there, and a few spent .45 and .44 casings and one used shotgun shell on the floor."
" That all?" Gunner asked him. " Well we did find another guage in the alley but were not sure if its related to this mess." Manns replied. " How many guys do you think pulled this off?"
" More than 1, maybe about two." Gunner said picking up the Stainless steel .44 off the floor. He snapped open the cylinder finding it empty, he snapped it shut and sniffed it. It was fired. " Had to been more than 1 after seeing the toilet corpse right there" He said. " I've no idea who could pull it off. Maybe that gun runner R.H. Grant?"
" Maybe." Manns replied. ============================================================================ ======
A few blocks away from the projects Oz and Michael were having breakfast at Joe's diner. They sat at a table enjoying a cup of coffee, Oz had his right arm rested on a black attache' case. It was still raining outside.
" So how did you get into Mr. Grant's business?" I asked him. Oz snuffed his ciggarete out in an ashtray.
" Well, River city is full of gun runners. Hell this town is called by reputation; "Smuggler's city." He replied. " I guess I got into business when my Dad died. He had a pretty good rep in htis otwn as one."
A Few tables away from Mike's and Oz's table, a man in a black trenchcoat got up, crumpling his nampkin into a ball and reaching inside his coat.
" So what's your angle Mike?" He asked me. " Why did you come to the city by the River."
" Well, the Versetti drug empire down in Vice city got me to come up here." I Explained. " You know to replenish the familie's funds. But that's all you need to know."
The Man in the duster made his move.
" ALRIGHT!" He screamed pulling a Berreta 9 millimeter out of his coat." NOBODY FUCKIN' MOVE OR I'LL START POPPIN' HEAD LIKE THEY WERE ZITS!" But the few people in the diner did not heed his words, they all screamed and dropped to the floor. " GOOD ENOUGH, NOW WHERE ARE GRANT'S GOPHERS?!"
No one replied. " Shit." Oz said quietly. He pulled out his heavy revolver from under his hoodie and hid it udner the table, I got my .45 ready. The gunman scanned the room and saw in the back corner booth.
" There you are!" He said relieved. He walked up to us, brandishing the gun infront of him. when he reached our table, he took a fistful of Oz's hair in his hand and screamed in his ear; " GIVE ME THE FUCKIN' MONEY!"
" Bad move, Asshole." Oz said gritting his teeth. " NEVER TOUCH MY FUCKIN' HAIR!"
Oz knee'd the guy in his gut, the gunman grunted and toppled down onto him. Oz freed himself from the man's grip and snatched the back of his head. He slammed the guy face first into the table, making the coffee cups on it rattle in their saucers. Oz jabbed his revolver into the back of hte guy's neck.
" Who sent you?!" Oz demanded.
" Fuck you, you piece of shit!" The gunless gunman screamed back.
" Who sent you!? Oz said, pulling the hammer back on his revolver. The mna sighed and said; " The Outfit! Alright?!"
" Alright." Oz said pulling back his gun. " Go, get out of here and tell Bruno if I ever see any of him or his goons in Grant's business he'll fucking pay."
Oz let the gunman off the table as he dusted himself off. With his trenchcoat in a lfurry, he sped out thedor. Oz put his revolver in his waist band and looked at me. " Get the case." He said. I nodded and picked it up. Oz layed a 5 on the table to pay for the coffee. He picked up the 9mm off the floor and handed it tothe owner who appeared usddenly out form behind the counter.
" For better Robbery defense." He siad. The owner looked confused. We headed out the door as the bell chimed behind us.
To be continued.
Ryan Gunner, a simple River City homicide detective. He just got an MDK from the projects in the mission district. He pulled his dented black Kuruma up to the curb infront of the apartment building. It was raining as usual. There were a couple of other RCB Black on White cruisers outside already. Ryan took a deep breath, checked the Glcok 17 strapped in his holster and got out of his car. He walked around the car and up the stoop of the building.
Inside the stairwell landing a few cops mulled around aimlessly. Det. Gunner walked passed htme and up the steps to the 3rd floor, the crime scene. On the 3rd floor a few more flatfoots questioned neighbors about what happened. Ryan passed them into the crime scene. The door to the apartment was open, the door way was criss-crossed with the standard yellow POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS tape. Ryan ducked under them to get into the apartment.
The small apartment was littered with police. CSI unit took pictures of every part of the room, other cops dusted for prints. Gerald Manns, a portly, dark skinned bearded African American Detective wearing a grey suit walked up to Gunner.
" What do we got here Manns?" Gunner asked looking aorund the crime scene, he glanced over at the mutilated heads of the two corpses by the TV and winced.
" The two over by the TV." Manns began with the usual rundown. " Shot in the head, one with a .44 the other with a .45. We're running a backround check. The other one in the bathroom." Manns pointed to an open bathroom door across from the two shot in the head. A CSI agent looking over a body riddled with bullet holes. " That one's full of .45's and .44's, and then one more in the bedroom." He said pointing a room in the back. " One back there, broken glass everywhere. The body was shot two times in the temple with a .44. Now for evidence, we foud a 12 guage on the corpse in the toilet, two 9mm's on the table in front of the TV. A .44 on the floor over there, and a few spent .45 and .44 casings and one used shotgun shell on the floor."
" That all?" Gunner asked him. " Well we did find another guage in the alley but were not sure if its related to this mess." Manns replied. " How many guys do you think pulled this off?"
" More than 1, maybe about two." Gunner said picking up the Stainless steel .44 off the floor. He snapped open the cylinder finding it empty, he snapped it shut and sniffed it. It was fired. " Had to been more than 1 after seeing the toilet corpse right there" He said. " I've no idea who could pull it off. Maybe that gun runner R.H. Grant?"
" Maybe." Manns replied. ============================================================================ ======
A few blocks away from the projects Oz and Michael were having breakfast at Joe's diner. They sat at a table enjoying a cup of coffee, Oz had his right arm rested on a black attache' case. It was still raining outside.
" So how did you get into Mr. Grant's business?" I asked him. Oz snuffed his ciggarete out in an ashtray.
" Well, River city is full of gun runners. Hell this town is called by reputation; "Smuggler's city." He replied. " I guess I got into business when my Dad died. He had a pretty good rep in htis otwn as one."
A Few tables away from Mike's and Oz's table, a man in a black trenchcoat got up, crumpling his nampkin into a ball and reaching inside his coat.
" So what's your angle Mike?" He asked me. " Why did you come to the city by the River."
" Well, the Versetti drug empire down in Vice city got me to come up here." I Explained. " You know to replenish the familie's funds. But that's all you need to know."
The Man in the duster made his move.
" ALRIGHT!" He screamed pulling a Berreta 9 millimeter out of his coat." NOBODY FUCKIN' MOVE OR I'LL START POPPIN' HEAD LIKE THEY WERE ZITS!" But the few people in the diner did not heed his words, they all screamed and dropped to the floor. " GOOD ENOUGH, NOW WHERE ARE GRANT'S GOPHERS?!"
No one replied. " Shit." Oz said quietly. He pulled out his heavy revolver from under his hoodie and hid it udner the table, I got my .45 ready. The gunman scanned the room and saw in the back corner booth.
" There you are!" He said relieved. He walked up to us, brandishing the gun infront of him. when he reached our table, he took a fistful of Oz's hair in his hand and screamed in his ear; " GIVE ME THE FUCKIN' MONEY!"
" Bad move, Asshole." Oz said gritting his teeth. " NEVER TOUCH MY FUCKIN' HAIR!"
Oz knee'd the guy in his gut, the gunman grunted and toppled down onto him. Oz freed himself from the man's grip and snatched the back of his head. He slammed the guy face first into the table, making the coffee cups on it rattle in their saucers. Oz jabbed his revolver into the back of hte guy's neck.
" Who sent you?!" Oz demanded.
" Fuck you, you piece of shit!" The gunless gunman screamed back.
" Who sent you!? Oz said, pulling the hammer back on his revolver. The mna sighed and said; " The Outfit! Alright?!"
" Alright." Oz said pulling back his gun. " Go, get out of here and tell Bruno if I ever see any of him or his goons in Grant's business he'll fucking pay."
Oz let the gunman off the table as he dusted himself off. With his trenchcoat in a lfurry, he sped out thedor. Oz put his revolver in his waist band and looked at me. " Get the case." He said. I nodded and picked it up. Oz layed a 5 on the table to pay for the coffee. He picked up the 9mm off the floor and handed it tothe owner who appeared usddenly out form behind the counter.
" For better Robbery defense." He siad. The owner looked confused. We headed out the door as the bell chimed behind us.
To be continued.