When Jordan awoke, Woody was sleeping, mumbling lightly to himself.
She petted his hair tenderly, like he was a kitten. He tossed and turned a
lot, she had to practically force feed him a doughnut that morning. She
drove him home and they fell asleep together on his bed. She yawned wide
and threw a sideways glance to the clock 7:30 they had been asleep for
about three hours, due at work in two hours, she sighed, and it'll be two
hours and five minutes before Garret realizes that she wasn't at work.
Woody had a pager, he could sleep, and he needed it. She slipped out from
under the covers and started to dress.
When those elevator doors opened Garret was waiting for her patiently. "Jordan you're an hour late." He tapped his watch for emphasis "your due in Autopsy two, the DA wants to know what we got."
Jordan was never fond of the DA, and that was an understatement. She had railroaded Woody in the Cynthia Montgomery case and almost had him convicted. She was willing to put up with her for only one reason, she was Garret's girlfriend.
Renee Walcott stood looking at the face of the fallen officer, creamy Carmel colored hair, she was thin but well built, and a beauty mark graced the right side of her neck. She didn't look like a dirty cop; she looked like she should be out, partying with friends or riding the escalator at the mall. The doors burst open and Jordan appeared at the side of Garret.
"Nice of you to show up." She said staunchly to Jordan, tapping her heel against the linoleum floor. "I need to know what you've got so far."
"Well, her tox screens haven't come in yet, Nigel's on them now, we found bruising that's consistent with a restriction of some sort, and some residue on her hands, Bug's on those." Renee' sighed, "Okay, well, if you get anything else you will let me know." With that she was gone, and Garret stood watching the double doors swinging.
"Hoyt." Woody announced at the ringing cell phone, It was Jordan, it was always pleasant to here her voice, especially after this morning, when he woke up, she wasn't there to reassure him that the dream was just that, a dream.
"Hey Farm boy, I just thought you would want to know we got the results of her tox screens before wicked witch Walcott gets her slimy paws on them, she was negative for all drugs, and get this... she was pregnant."
He smiled, she made him smile, and the warm sensation in his stomach rose to his chest. It was hard to explain, that feeling, he never felt it with Annie, that was more of an attraction than love, he thought to himself, and with Jordan, he felt something real, something spiritual.
"Thanks Baby girl, listen you want to come with me to question some of the cops down at The Fifth?" he could tell she wouldn't think about it.
"Sure I'll meet you there." She said without hesitation picking up her purse and keys off of her desk.
"Alright so she was going to testify against Thomas Shelton, apparently he beat on a perp pretty bad, put him in the hospital with a broken rib, she saw it all." Woody stated as they walked threw the revolving doors into the fifth precinct.
"Hi, I'm Detective Hoyt from the twentieth, this is Jordan Cavanaugh with the ME's office, we're here to talk to Officer Shelton please." He asked as she led them into a office a lot like Woody's not shabby but not bad either.
Thomas Shelton was a hardened Police Officer, with Boston PD for almost thirteen years, promoted years ago, although after the incident was shamed into desk work. Jordan wasn't expecting a man of his age; he was around forty, blonde hair, looked more like a football coach than a police officer it made her think.
"What can I do for you detective?" he asked innocently, Woody could smell dirty from this guy.
"I'm sure you've heard about Jennifer O'Brian, murdered last night." Woody got to the point, he didn't like the good ole boy, keep to the code type cops, gave him the willies, the only code that he followed was the law, and it was good enough for him.
Jordan stood next to Woody, proud of her man; that was weird. To think of Woody as anything more than a friend was difficult and she was still fighting off the 'he's only a friend' image that she had held onto for so long.
"Yeah, sad, she was a good kid." Woody gave a smirk
"She was testifying against you." Woody retorted with a stubborn tone, he wasn't backing down, the thing he hated most was a dirty cop. "That gives you motive, now I'll have to ask where you were in-between the hours of four and seven Tuesday morning?"
"I was home, asleep next to my wife, now if you'll excuse me I have a mountain of paperwork." With that he straightened, it was then Jordan realized he was a good head taller than Woody, she swallowed hard.
Just as Woody was about to turn and walk out she noticed a young cop watching them, her emerald eyes filled with a look of remorse and pain, she nodded for Jordan to come over to where she was sitting at her desk, papers and files scattered around the famika top.
"My name is Caitlyn Turner, I know something about Jenny, I can't talk about it here." she whispered, pressing a piece of paper into her hand. "Meet me here, twelve thirty." She looked down at the report she was filing, dismissing Jordan and Woody.
"What do you think she knows?" Woody asked once they reached the crisp outside, Woody opened his umbrella and wrapped an arm around Jordan's waist.
"Probably what that slime ball did to Jennifer O'Brian." Jordan stated leaning into Woody as they strolled over to the white ford explorer.
They spotted her as soon as they walked threw the threshold of the small café' littered with people searching for somewhere to go to get out of the cold. She was staring out the window, stirring her coffee idly, her dark hair pulled into a tight ponytail, she was still in uniform.
"Miss Turner." Woody waved, following Jordan into the booth.
"Alright, you have to promise that none of this goes on record and no one finds out it was me who leaked this." She demanded, Woody nodded
"I think we can do that." He said, "now what do you know?" he asked looking in her eyes searching for the answer in the dull green.
"She was threatening them, and they killed her like a dog." Her voice was filled with grief and rage.
"Who'd she threaten?" Jordan asked softly.
"Who didn't she threaten, she knew all of there secrets, the commissioner, Police Chief, Governor, it's an elite club, a gentlemen's society, The Boston Ring, they protect their own. Money laundering, falsified reports, falsified evidence... murder, torturing suspects to get confessions, innocent people have been executed because they want a case over with or guilty people got out. Jansen and Shelton we're friends with the Police Chief, they're a part of The Ring, and let's just say, it wasn't the suspect that killed Officer Freedmen." She stumbled over her words, trying in vain to catch her breath.
Jordan felt the security that she felt being pushed out from under her. If this was true, she was going to have hell.
"The suspect, Allen Rodriguez was Freedmen's contact on a cocaine bust; the buyer was none other than the Police Chief."
"Why would the Chief buy cocaine?" Woody asked, his mind racing, all this was bringing up questions instead of answers.
"For his high priced parties, he paid a lot of people off, not only in money, also in coke and heroin." She finished "If anyone finds out that I'm even affiliated with anyone who has knowledge of this, I'm dead, literally... Shelton and Jansen are slime balls, they murdered Freedmen and Jennifer, they're powerful, and if you challenge them they will kill you."
Footnote: This may be a little hard to believable, remember that this is just coming out of my head, I'm writing as I go, so it may be a little cheesy.
When those elevator doors opened Garret was waiting for her patiently. "Jordan you're an hour late." He tapped his watch for emphasis "your due in Autopsy two, the DA wants to know what we got."
Jordan was never fond of the DA, and that was an understatement. She had railroaded Woody in the Cynthia Montgomery case and almost had him convicted. She was willing to put up with her for only one reason, she was Garret's girlfriend.
Renee Walcott stood looking at the face of the fallen officer, creamy Carmel colored hair, she was thin but well built, and a beauty mark graced the right side of her neck. She didn't look like a dirty cop; she looked like she should be out, partying with friends or riding the escalator at the mall. The doors burst open and Jordan appeared at the side of Garret.
"Nice of you to show up." She said staunchly to Jordan, tapping her heel against the linoleum floor. "I need to know what you've got so far."
"Well, her tox screens haven't come in yet, Nigel's on them now, we found bruising that's consistent with a restriction of some sort, and some residue on her hands, Bug's on those." Renee' sighed, "Okay, well, if you get anything else you will let me know." With that she was gone, and Garret stood watching the double doors swinging.
"Hoyt." Woody announced at the ringing cell phone, It was Jordan, it was always pleasant to here her voice, especially after this morning, when he woke up, she wasn't there to reassure him that the dream was just that, a dream.
"Hey Farm boy, I just thought you would want to know we got the results of her tox screens before wicked witch Walcott gets her slimy paws on them, she was negative for all drugs, and get this... she was pregnant."
He smiled, she made him smile, and the warm sensation in his stomach rose to his chest. It was hard to explain, that feeling, he never felt it with Annie, that was more of an attraction than love, he thought to himself, and with Jordan, he felt something real, something spiritual.
"Thanks Baby girl, listen you want to come with me to question some of the cops down at The Fifth?" he could tell she wouldn't think about it.
"Sure I'll meet you there." She said without hesitation picking up her purse and keys off of her desk.
"Alright so she was going to testify against Thomas Shelton, apparently he beat on a perp pretty bad, put him in the hospital with a broken rib, she saw it all." Woody stated as they walked threw the revolving doors into the fifth precinct.
"Hi, I'm Detective Hoyt from the twentieth, this is Jordan Cavanaugh with the ME's office, we're here to talk to Officer Shelton please." He asked as she led them into a office a lot like Woody's not shabby but not bad either.
Thomas Shelton was a hardened Police Officer, with Boston PD for almost thirteen years, promoted years ago, although after the incident was shamed into desk work. Jordan wasn't expecting a man of his age; he was around forty, blonde hair, looked more like a football coach than a police officer it made her think.
"What can I do for you detective?" he asked innocently, Woody could smell dirty from this guy.
"I'm sure you've heard about Jennifer O'Brian, murdered last night." Woody got to the point, he didn't like the good ole boy, keep to the code type cops, gave him the willies, the only code that he followed was the law, and it was good enough for him.
Jordan stood next to Woody, proud of her man; that was weird. To think of Woody as anything more than a friend was difficult and she was still fighting off the 'he's only a friend' image that she had held onto for so long.
"Yeah, sad, she was a good kid." Woody gave a smirk
"She was testifying against you." Woody retorted with a stubborn tone, he wasn't backing down, the thing he hated most was a dirty cop. "That gives you motive, now I'll have to ask where you were in-between the hours of four and seven Tuesday morning?"
"I was home, asleep next to my wife, now if you'll excuse me I have a mountain of paperwork." With that he straightened, it was then Jordan realized he was a good head taller than Woody, she swallowed hard.
Just as Woody was about to turn and walk out she noticed a young cop watching them, her emerald eyes filled with a look of remorse and pain, she nodded for Jordan to come over to where she was sitting at her desk, papers and files scattered around the famika top.
"My name is Caitlyn Turner, I know something about Jenny, I can't talk about it here." she whispered, pressing a piece of paper into her hand. "Meet me here, twelve thirty." She looked down at the report she was filing, dismissing Jordan and Woody.
"What do you think she knows?" Woody asked once they reached the crisp outside, Woody opened his umbrella and wrapped an arm around Jordan's waist.
"Probably what that slime ball did to Jennifer O'Brian." Jordan stated leaning into Woody as they strolled over to the white ford explorer.
They spotted her as soon as they walked threw the threshold of the small café' littered with people searching for somewhere to go to get out of the cold. She was staring out the window, stirring her coffee idly, her dark hair pulled into a tight ponytail, she was still in uniform.
"Miss Turner." Woody waved, following Jordan into the booth.
"Alright, you have to promise that none of this goes on record and no one finds out it was me who leaked this." She demanded, Woody nodded
"I think we can do that." He said, "now what do you know?" he asked looking in her eyes searching for the answer in the dull green.
"She was threatening them, and they killed her like a dog." Her voice was filled with grief and rage.
"Who'd she threaten?" Jordan asked softly.
"Who didn't she threaten, she knew all of there secrets, the commissioner, Police Chief, Governor, it's an elite club, a gentlemen's society, The Boston Ring, they protect their own. Money laundering, falsified reports, falsified evidence... murder, torturing suspects to get confessions, innocent people have been executed because they want a case over with or guilty people got out. Jansen and Shelton we're friends with the Police Chief, they're a part of The Ring, and let's just say, it wasn't the suspect that killed Officer Freedmen." She stumbled over her words, trying in vain to catch her breath.
Jordan felt the security that she felt being pushed out from under her. If this was true, she was going to have hell.
"The suspect, Allen Rodriguez was Freedmen's contact on a cocaine bust; the buyer was none other than the Police Chief."
"Why would the Chief buy cocaine?" Woody asked, his mind racing, all this was bringing up questions instead of answers.
"For his high priced parties, he paid a lot of people off, not only in money, also in coke and heroin." She finished "If anyone finds out that I'm even affiliated with anyone who has knowledge of this, I'm dead, literally... Shelton and Jansen are slime balls, they murdered Freedmen and Jennifer, they're powerful, and if you challenge them they will kill you."
Footnote: This may be a little hard to believable, remember that this is just coming out of my head, I'm writing as I go, so it may be a little cheesy.