The Irishman's Woman: GS
by LUVINGJOVAN
"Sir I will need you to step back…" the officer said moving Hayes out of the way of the sweepers coming through with equipment to trace the source of the wiretapping.
Hayes peeked up from under his cap and saw the equipment. It meant only one thing. McBain discovered the camera. He nodded at the officer and back tracked it out into the rain. Running to his car and climbing in he realized he was in big trouble if he didn't get to his hotel room. All of his equipment was still there. But if they found him here before he could clear the place the game is up.
Hayes temper began to boil and he became enraged by the intrusive nature of this bust. He felt victimized and he was no one's victim. Pounding his fist against the steering wheel he watched the crew coming in and out of the hotel. "What the fuck am I going to do now!"
Michelle was late to work. Ms. Vega always wanted her at the bar a half hour before they opened to count out the cash receipts from the night before. Last night was slow so it shouldn't be a big problem, yet she was in no mood for attitude from her. Today was already gone to piss she burned her hand on the iron and dropped the coffee pot on her foot. Everything she did today was backward. Trying to see through the rain she grimaced at the downpour. It had let up earlier and now it was coming back down in torrential waves. Her raggedy 87 Chevrolet Cavalier had the worse windshield wipers. It was times like this she hated herself for not having a man.
Turning off the exit she drove to the Pleasure Palace spraying water from either side of her wheels maneuvering potholes that she could recall from memory and bumping against the ones she didn't. Finally reaching the parking lot she maneuvered her car around back and sighed to see Rex and Natalie cars already parked. This was the unluckiest day of her life. What else could go wrong?
Before she could answer that question her check engine light came on in the car. "Dammit!" she hissed.
Rolling her eyes she turned off the car and reached for her umbrella. Opening her door the rain immediately blew inside wetting her shirt and pants. Struggling with the umbrella the wind took hold of it and bent it upward. "Dammit!" she squealed again. "Fuck this!" she hissed grabbing her purse and stepping out into the rain slamming her door. Throwing the umbrella down she ran to the door looking for her keys. But as she approached she saw it was ajar.
Maybe today wasn't a total bust she thought pulling it open. Walking inside Michelle frowned that the lights weren't on and no music was playing. The bar would open in 10 minutes. The dj didn't come first shift so they played the jukebox until the entertainment came on stage. Shaking the rain from her and wringing her hair she walked casually into the bar and stopped. Standing in stock horror Michelle realized that her day just got ten times worse and let go a blood curdling scream.
John walked into the station and stopped the first officer he saw. "Can you please direct me to Commissioner Buchanan's office?"
The officer pointed behind him and John thanked him. Walking over he knocked on the Commissioners door. "Bo, is this a bad time?"
Bo
looked up and waved him. "Come inside John."
John walked in
and closed the door, he went to stand before him with his hands on
his hips. "We got a problem Bo a big one."
Bo frowned "What's
wrong.."
Before John could respond an officer came running in.
"Commissioner, we got a double homicide at the Pleasure Palace!"
Bo and John turned and looked at the officer alarmed. The officer
steadied his breathing and swallowed hard. He knew Natalie Vega and
paid for he services when before he joined the force. Her murder made
him sick to his stomach. "The owner and her brother have been torn
to pieces and the boys say that he left a calling card."
John
instinctively knew something was amiss. "What kind of message?"
The
officer frowned at John. Bo came around his desk and introduced them.
The officer shook John's hand and swallowed his nervousness. He had
only been on the force 2 weeks and already he was scared to death.
"It was written in blood above the bar….I don't know but your
name is in it. I didn't know that until now."
Bo frowned
and looked at John. John sighed and felt his chest tighten. He looked
at Bo. "Lets get over there I will explain on the way."
As
they rushed out of his office he saw Evangeline coming around the
corner with Nora. She looked up and smiled. He smiled "Angel I have
to go but wait for me here! I'll be back soon!" he said rushing
passed her.
Nora frowned at her. "Angel?"
Evangeline
watched his hurry out and shook her head. "I'm not staying here.
I'm tired and hungry."
"Evangeline…I don't think you
should leave…"
"Tell him to call me at my place…besides he
has a guard on me." Evangeline kissed her friends cheek and
sauntered off.
Nora watched her leave and sighed. She didn't have a good feeling about her friend. Too much darkness was surrounding her now.
John got out of the squad car before Bo could get it into park. Rushing through the rain inside he looked up sadden to see the spunky redhead from the diner hanging from pipes as a CSI unit took pictures and dusted around her.
He stepped in and saw a petite brunette whimpering with a blanket on he shoulders. Officers had her surrounded and blocked her view of the murder victims. He walked over and told them to take her to the station. They looked at him like "Who the hell are you?" and Bo stepped up saying it his investigation. The woman looked at him grateful that she was being taken from the bar. John heart ached for the trauma she suffered. Scanning the bar he took in the scene.
Sprawled on top of the bar was the next victim and John avoided the desecration to his lower abdomen with his eyes. Instead he looked at the message on the mirror.
There's
a time play and a time to stay and now that I'm here I won't go
away. I've chosen to kill a few in Llanview. McBain finding me will
be a pain but remember the clues remain the same. What is good and
white known to take flight and can visit you either day or night.
GS
The message was used with a paintbrush dipped in his victim's blood. Same method he used in his other slaughters, always with the initials GS which didn't fit because his name was Hayes Barber.
John stared at the message and couldn't believe that Hayes had been actually tracking him all along. That the creep was watching him like some kind of lab rat. He felt his anger swell in him and he fought the urge to punch something. Bo came up to the side of John and looked at the message on the mirror.
"You think he's
here….because of you?"
"I know he is…."
"And he
wants you to know it?"
"Yep..."
"What the hell does
this message mean…why attack Natalie and her brother? Was this
random?"
John looked back at the dead woman. "My guess is he saw me speak to her this morning and took a liking to her. He never kills two together like this so the other one must have stumbled on the scene and it ended badly."
"My god but the
violence John….the rage is sickening."
"He's sick!"
John snapped exhausted by the constant crusade to end this horror.
Before saying more his blackberry buzzed. Pulling it off his hip he
answered it. Bo watched as John's face lit up. He ended the call.
"Take me to The Palace…they found his room"
Bo nodded and followed him out.
Hayes grew angrier by the minute. The cops weren't leaving and time was growing short. He didn't want that damn cop to uncover his stuff. Grinding his teeth he fought the urge to charge into the hotel. Hearing sirens he looked up to see another police car approaching. Slouching in his seat he saw the car swing wildly to the front of the hotel and stop. The door opened and McBain rush inside. Hayes frowned, he thought he was already inside. If he wasn't there then that meant his precious Angel was alone.
He smiled.
Maybe he could teach him a lesson before leaving town. His plans had to be changed. Without his equipment and with all his information upstairs he would need to go into hiding. But first he would teach that cop a final lesson for spoiling his fun. He'd show him.
Picking up his phone he called his assistant and told him to find a address for Evangeline Williamson.
John stepped inside of the Hayes hotel room and looked around stunned. He had no idea this asshole was only 1 floor above his. On the wall where pictures of him in all the cities he tracked slaughter, Hayes had been one step ahead of him each time. He felt like a fool.
"Sir…we have something."
John walked over to the officer and looked at the spiral notebook. He wrote extensively into it from the first murder to the last. Turning to the last page John read Hayes latest thoughts :
Jennifer
I saw her today and my purpose became clear. I know now why me and McBain came to Llanview. For Justice. Everything has led up to this point. I have cleansed the planet of those who dare to believe they are better than me. Those who dare to believe that they don't have be held accountable for inflicting pain and heartache on me. While McBain partied in the lobby I saw that Marcie Walsh lived in Llanview. She was the one person who knew what its like to walk invisible. Even she ignored me. I have yet decided what to do about that.
Jennifer the redhead that I love to hate is my main focus. I will bring Justice to her door and carve the apology she owes me out of her skin.
"Marcie? He knows Marcie?" John mumbled.
Bo
walked over "John what is it?"
"I don't know…this makes
no sense. Wasn't the woman that was killed name Natalie?"
Bo
nodded.
John thumbed through the book. "Well either we got
another victim on our hands or this animal thought she was Jennifer."
Bo looked around at the equipment in the room and the pictures of
John all over the walls. "Why is he so fixated on you
though?"
John looked up. "I almost caught him twice. The first time I saved the victims life, he sent me threatening letters and I dared him publicly and on the news to be a man and not a coward, to face. Because of that dare and my arrogance he killed me fiancé' in front of me 2 weeks later."
"Caitlyn…"
"Yes….she
was one of his victims. Shot to death trying to protect me. Since
then it's been personal and I believed myself to always be one step
behind him. Today I understand that he was always one step ahead."
Bo shook his head. He turned to an officer. "Get Marcie Walsh and Michael McBain to the station now!"
John went to the computer one of his men was typing on and saw that he had accessed a wave file with 100's of clips all of his movements. Thinking of making love to Angel he told the officer to download them to a zip file and burn them to a cd for him to review later. Another officer bought him a high school year book and John's heart skipped a beat. Opening it he saw red X's through pictures. Reading the names he saw that they were the victims. Closing the book John knew the high school to be in Virginia Beach, Va. That was where Marcie grew up.
"Bo we need to get back to the station to meet Marcie. She knows this animal and can lead me to him." John said excitedly running out with Bo on his heels.
Evangeline opened her door and walked inside. She was soaking wet from the storm. The guard with her stepped in and started checking every room. She dropped her purse on the counter in the kitchen and started going through her mail.
"Ms Williamson the place is clean. I will
remain outside of the door. Do you mind if I take a
chair?"
Evangeline smiled "Of course not Pete are you hungry
or thirsty?"
"No mam, fine for now."
Evangeline nodded
and opened the door for him. He walked out blushing at her. She
thought it was cute the way he kept staring at her. Closing the door
she went to her room thinking another shower would help with her
anxiety of the day. She wanted a release from the violence now in her
life again. Looking over at the phone she thought of calling Jason.
"No Van, every time you are scared you can't use him to bail you
out. It's time to end this cycle. Besides there's a new hero in
town" she smiled and sat down on her bed.
The Irishman had come along and changed her heart. He changed her world. She didn't know what would become of them but she was anxious to see. Lying back against the pillow she thought about the darkness inside of her from dealing and associating with men like Sonny Corinthos. It wasn't something she was proud of but any man that she gave herself too had to understand that she was not an average woman with average desires.
He had to understand and accept the many layers to her heart. Jason did that. Jason wanted her dark and strong. He needed his woman to ask little questions and follow him blindly. The Irishman needed her to be free. And freedom is what she craved most of all.
John walked into the station and was automatically
greeted by Marcie and Michael.
"John…something wrong?"
Marcie asked running to him
Michael came up "The officers said
it was in relation to a homicide bro, who's been killed?"
"Natalie
Vega and her brother Rex" Bo chimed in.
"Oh god!" Marcie
squealed looking at Michael.
"What? Why? Who would kill them?"
John looked at Bo "Can we use your office?"
Bo nodded
and they all filed inside. John still held Hayes yearbook. As soon as
the door closed he took Marcie by the hand and led her to a bench.
"Look at this was it your high school?"
Marcie took the yearbook of class of 95 and nodded "It's the year I graduated. How did you get this?" she asked fingering the tiger on the front.
"There's a serial killer in town named The Slasher Marcie and I think he went to school with you." he said gently.
Michael came over. "My god, the animal that killed Natalie is the freak serial killer that you've been hunting John! He knows my Marcie?"
John looked at his brother apologetically. "I'm so sorry for bringing this hell into your lives."
Marcie opened the book and started turning the
pages. "Curtis, Claire, Ken, Macie, Paris, Samuel…"she said
skimming the pages and naming the victims. She looked up at John with
tears in her eyes "What happened to them…"
John touched her
knee affectionately "They were killed and until now I didn't know
they all were from your high school. The murders were so random and
scattered."
"The guys were football players and the girls were cheerleaders….they were the most popular kids in school." she said her voice shaking.
Bo came over "So maybe Hayes was
an outcast…"
Marcie frowned "Hayes?"
"Yes Marcie
Hayes Barber does that name mean anything to you?" John
asked
"No….I never heard of a Hayes"
"Figured it was an
alias."
John stood up and paced in front of her and Michael. "Do
you know anybody who was particularly picked on by these
kids?"
Marcie laughed "We all were…"
"We?"
"Yes
the Geek Squad. A band of misfits that hung together to protect
ourselves from the teasing and taunting of the other kids" John
nodded finally understanding what GS represented.
Smiling at Marcie he tapped her knee. "Name every member of this Geek squad" he said smiling. Finally a solid lead to this asshole.
Turning in her sleep Evangeline heard a noise and opened her eyes. It was still raining outside of her window and the dark clouds cast shadows all through her room. Stretching like a feline she purred and slowly rose. "Officer Pete…" she called out.
Looking at her clock it was 7 and she was only sleep for an hour. She wondered if John knew she was gone? He probably just arrived to the station. Hearing the noise again she looked over to her door. "What the hell…" she said getting up from bed.
As John listened to Marcie recount her experiences and her crew. He wrote down the names and passed them to Bo to get someone on tracking each member. He then told Marcie of the Clue. It made no sense to her. The riddle however was easy…
What
is good and white known to take flight and can visit you either day
or night
"What is it?"
"It's an Angel!"
Marcie said smiling.
John gasped.
Evangeline walked to the door and swung it open. Thunder clapped unrepentantly making her jump. The lightening storm mixed with this creep on the loose had her on edge. Walking out of the room she looked around her dark living room. "Pete?"
Seeing no one she frowned. Before she turned to go back into the bedroom lightening flashed again, immediately drawing her attention to a man standing to her left with a lager knife grinning at her. Evangeline screamed and ran toward her bedroom as he leaped over the sofa in hot pursuit.
John turned to Bo "Where is Nora and
Evangeline?"
Bo saw his concern. "In her office I suppose
follow me…"
Marcie frowned "What does Evangeline have to do
with being an Angel?"
John didn't respond and followed Bo out
of the office.
Walking down the hall his hear pounded in his
chest. That animal was going after his Angel next. It would be
Caitlyn all over again.
Bo flung open the door and they found it empty. He frowned "Where the hell are they?"
Evangeline raced inside and slammed the door but the killer threw his arm in between causing the door to crush it. He yelled in pain and the knife fell. Keeping her body against the door, she bumped it roughly causing him to scream and pull his arm free. The door closed and she immediately locked it and bent down to pick up the knife. It was a crude angry looking knife and shivers went through her body knowing what it was used for.
"You bitch!" he screamed and kicked at her door.
Snapping out of it she ran to her phone. Thunder roaring in the back ground she picked it up to see that it was dead from the storm. "Oh god she whimpered" Her purse and cell phone were on the kitchen counter. She saw the door rattling from the forceful blows and jumped. She was cornered
"Where
the hell are they Bo!" John shouted when he didn't see
them
"Where the hell are who?" Nora asked confused walking in
with a cup of water.
They looked at her shocked. "Where's
Evangeline?"
Nora smiled at him. "She went home!"
John
heart sank.
