State Of Chaos Case 1

by Jkh596

This is the first of a series I plan on turning into a graphic novel. Based in the 1970s, Two Homicide Detectives in a fictional city and State getting through realistic and relatable situations, Whether it be Work, relationships, or cars. I loosely based this story off of multiple sources from 1970s T.V. shows like Dukes of Hazzard, Starsky and Hutch, Emergency, and others.

3. Chapter 3: The Old Man and the Plymouth

Basis: Chapter 3

Date & Time: Tuesday, August 12th, 1975 12:45 P.M.

City: St. Georgina

State: Lanahassee

*Dustin and Jason were driving along the streets of St. Georgina heading towards 1983 Carpenter Road.

Jason: Dustin, I have got a bad feeling about this.

Dustin: I bet, you called me Dustin. You haven't called be by my first name since we were in college.

Jason: I know,

Dustin: Listen, we won't provoke him. If we absolutely have to use our guns, it'll only be in self-defense.

Jason: I got your back, if you have mine.

Dustin: C'mon, Jase. You know I always have your back.

The Charger pulls in across the street from a small house that looked old and decrepit. The garage was separate from the house and was closed with a lock on the door. The house had boarded windows with broken glass, the weather pinning lining the house was falling off exposing the old oak boards beneath, and the old porch attached was leaning precariously just off the house. One uneasy step and your leg would be caught between the door and the house. The lawn, which at one point was well manicured, was overgrown with weeds and tall yellowing grass.

Dustin: What a shithole.

Jason: This must be our guy.

Dustin: Got your gun?

Jason: Yeah.

Dustin: Okay let's go.

*Dustin and Jason get out of the Charger and make their way across the street. What little path there was, it led straight up to the front door.

Dustin: Watch for snakes. They love it in the tall grass.

An unknown voice came from one of the boarded windows.

Unknown Voice: NO SOLICITERS!

Dustin and Jason raised their hands to be visible.

Dustin: Sorry, sir. We only wanted a word.

Unknown Voice: I'll give you two. Go away.

Dustin: Please, sir. I'm Detective Holcomb and this is Detective Adams. We're Police Detectives for the Lanahassee State Police.

Unknown Voice: What do you want?

Dustin: We are investigating a murder case. We only have a few questions.

The deadbolts on the door violently clanked and rattled until the door swiftly swung open.

Note: Roland J. Cunningham is a WWII and Korean war veteran. He has medals from both wars and was a highly skilled mechanic. In his youth he would stand around 5'11" but because of a serious back injury in Korea, He now hunches to stand about 5'7". He had a large bald patch with a few wispsof hair on top, and thick white hair on the back and sides of his head. He had a wife-beater on under a yellowed sweaty back brace, and OD green trousers. His Pierre Cardin shoes had lost their shine and his white socks were visible on his ankles.

Roland J. Cunningham came out the door and off the porch carrying a well-kept M1 Carbine and pointed it at the two detectives.

Cunningham: What the hell do you two want.

Dustin: We only have a few questions, sir.

Cunningham lowers the carbine

Cunningham: What do you want?

Jason: We're investigating a murder case of two Victims. One Male, and one Female.

Dustin: They we're caught in an explosion at their home on Reynolds Road.

Cunningham: Oh my. That is unfortunate.

Dustin: Some of the evidence we found at the scene, may have placed you there.

Cunningham starts to sweat, and his heavily wrinkled face flushed to a pale grayish pallor.

Jason: Mr. Cunningham, What kind of car do you drive?

Cunningham: A '58 Plymouth Fury. Why?

Dustin: Can we take a look at it?

Cunningham raised the gun and fired a round in panic. Dustin and Jason jumped behind the wood pile to their right.

Dustin and Jason point their guns, Dustin using his silver 1911 Semi-Auto Pistol, and Jason using his Smith & Wesson Model 27 .357 Magnum Revolver with a 4 inch barrel for easier carrying. They looked to see the door on the side of the garage slam shut.

Dustin: Cunningham!

The sound of an engine starting came from the inside of the garage.

Jason: Shit!

The heavily damaged front end of a 1958 Plymouth Fury 4-door blasted through the wood garage doors. Sending shards of splintered wood everywhere.

Dustin and Jason opened fire on the Plymouth. The bullets hit the doors and knocked a tail light out as it zoomed past them. The Plymouth drove through a large bit of tall grass, flattening it in its wake, and on the road and out of sight.

Dustin: Damn it all

Jason: That son-of-a-bitch is a maniac.

Dustin: C'mon

They ran over to the Charger, Dustin grabbed the police radio mic.

Dustin: Alpha-99 to dispatch.

Dispatcher: Go ahead.

Dustin: I need an APB out on a Red and White '58 Plymouth Fury 4-door. License Number is Charles-Quebec-Bravo-2-4-1.

Dispatcher: 10-4 Alpha-99. Broadcasting it immediately.

Dustin: C'mon let's find him.

Dispatcher: Alpha-99, come in.

Dustin grabbed the mic

Dustin: Go ahead.

Dispatcher: Report to Consular General Hospital, the victim of the Reynolds Road Fire has regained consciousness and would like to give you some information.

Dustin: 10-4 On our way.

The two detectives get in the charger and drive towards Consular General Hospital.