He listened to the scanner knowing that if Brass died, the police scanner would broadcast it. He watched television, too. The media would keep the story updated , especially if Brass died. He had not counted on the woman. She was not suppose to be there. He had set it all up perfectly.
The nest had been set up days before. He had watched the parking deck for weeks. No one went in or out of it except the homeless and crack addicts and they kept to the lower floors. On the fifth floor he found the perfect spot. He put up a tent. The kind you buy to camp in that pops up. He cut a hole in the tent, just under the mesh window. He could see out and fire the rifle without leaving much GSR or bullet casings. Leave no evidence, he had heard that enough times. He watched the intersection. He memorized the traffic patterns. He did a few dry runs in other parts of town. Timing how long it took the police department to send officers to different crime scenes. This had taken the longest , six months. He knew which officers were called to each kind of scenes. He knew the schedule of all the people involved.
On the day he decided to kill Brass, he felt this was a sign that his mission was right. Warrick Brown came to the scene. If he could get them both at once, he would only need one more day, one more nest and one more kill to get justice. His justice. The system had failed, these men had failed and he would succeed.
The women had spoiled everything. It would have been beautiful. He parked the Honda in the street, just after the rush. He waited for the light to change and shot the device under the Honda. It exploded with just the right amount of noise and sparks. Then the Hummer came blowing down the street and rear ended the Honda. He could have packed it up then, but he knew it was almost time for the shift change. Brass would be on the scene, he usually took any calls at the shift change. Patience. He made the call. The fact that there had been a car accident added to the urgency. A crowd had been drawn to the accident most of them unsuspecting or ignoring the fact a shot had been fired. The smoke and sparks had coved his shot well. Brass arrived and He could not get a clear shot . The crowd would not move. He would not kill any of them, they were not a part of this. He did not see himself as a murderer. He just wanted justice.
Then the CSI arrived and Warrick Brown stepped out. He knew then that he would succeed. The woman in the Hummer was sitting on the curb, Brass walked to the CSI and He fired two quick shots. One shot at Brass's chest and the other at Brown's back. He look for two figures on the ground. Warrick had been too quick. Brass was bleeding very satisfactorily from the chest. The blood blooming from him like a flower. He would make sure they did not catch him until they paid for their crimes. He did not dwell on this long. He fired off three more shots, harmlessly, and began to pack up the nest. He knew that it would be at least an hour before his nest was found and he would be back home, waiting for the next administration of justice.
The woman had been a doctor, a surgeon, and she had saved him. She had interfered with his justice. If Brass died in the hospital she would not be held responsible, he would have to wait to see her fate. He thought about going to the hospital and finishing it off, but that was unpredictable. He would concentrate on the next target. He would stay with the plan. He would begin to enact the next phase. Brass had simply gotten a stay of execution.