An American Crime Saga: Part Three
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Chapter Four:
"Ding-Dong!" The doorbell echoed throughout the home of Hugh Neutron. Hugh was in the middle of baking a pie for himself when it rang.
"Coming!" Hugh called out as he walked to the door, still wearing his oven mitts.
"Mr. N!" Sheen smiled at the sight of his friend's father.
"Oh, Sheen! Come in! Come in!" Hugh greeted him with open arms, not yet noticing his daughter-in-law.
"Oh, hello there Cindy!" he finally noticed.
"Hi dad!" she hugged her father-in-law.
"Come on in, I'll make some coffee or something." Hugh directed them inside of his house. They all sat down at a small wooden table in the kitchen, drinking Hugh's coffee. It wasn't very good, but at least it was better than Libby's. But Sheen didn't want to think about Libby.
"So, what brings you two out here?" Hugh asked, swallowing some coffee.
"Well, we were wondering if by any chance you'd seen Jimmy recently." Cindy said.
"Oh.. well he did stop by earlier." Hugh replied.
"He did? What was it about?" Sheen asked.
"He came 'round asking for some cash. Now, I assume you know about his little problem by now, right?"
"Yeah, we've been trying to help him for some time now. Look, we were wondering if you knew where he is. Did he mention where he was going?"
"Where he was going, hmmm… Oh yeah! He mentioned something about meeting with the gang he helped for some help. I gave him a hundred bucks and he left. That's all I know." Hugh explained.
"To see the gang? Alright then! Thanks Mr. N!" Sheen laughed. Now he knew where Jimmy was. He could finally get in touch with him! Everything seemed to be going his way.
Then the doorbell rang.
"Who is it?" Hugh yelled through the door.
"Open the god-damn door old man! I've got a warrant to question you so open it!" the voice yelled. Sheen knew that voice. West.
"One second!" Hugh turned with a worried look on his face.
"That's the detective that shot Carl and Libby! We've gotta go!" Sheen panicked.
"The back door! Go, I can handle myself!" Hugh directed the two to the back door, where they left cautiously.
"Open the door, damn it! Open it or I'll break you in half!" West was getting angry again. He'd been having a bad, bad day and he wasn't about to let it get worse.
"I'm coming!" Hugh ran to the door and opened it slightly.
"Let me in!" West yelled.
"May I see your badge, please?" Hugh asked.
"My badge? Fine." West flashed his badge at Hugh.
"Okay, wait. You said you have a warrant? May I see it?" Hugh asked.
It was obvious to Sheen and Cindy what he was doing. Hugh was stalling the detective so they could go around the house and escape in their car. It was very risky of Hugh to do that. They knew as well as anyone how compulsive and dangerous West was. Either way, they had to take advantage.
"My warrant?! What are you trying to do, old man? Get yourself killed?! And believe me, that's what you're heading towards!" West's face turned red. Little did he know that Sheen and Cindy were slowly and silently tip-toeing to their car.
"Okay, come on in. Sorry to bother you, sir." Hugh finally opened the door completely and allowed West in. Cindy and Sheen were home free. Hugh closed the door behind them. Just then, the timer on the stove went off.
"Oh! You want some Pie?" Hugh smiled.
Just as Hugh finished, West punched him in the jaw.
"That hurts, don't it? You know why I did that, Hugh? You know why I hit you?" West looked down at his fallen victim.
"You don't like pie?" Hugh laughed. West stood there and began laughing.
"You're a funny guy, old man. You are really something. Now the reason I hit you is simple. You are a punk. You were trying to mess with be back there and I don't like being messed with. Now, I have had a long damn day, and you ain't helping all too much." West turned serious.
"Well I'm sorry you feel that way." Hugh held his jaw in pain.
"Now listen, Hugh. I think you know why I'm here, but if you are in the fog about this little visit, allow me to fill you in. Your son, shithead that he is, took part in a robbery of Retroville Bank a few weeks back and went on the run. Now we have reason to believe that he has murdered two people on his way to escaping. Did you know all that?"
"I..I had no idea. He did what?" Hugh lied. He had no other choice. What was he supposed to do, sell out his loving son? Hugh was not going to do that and was prepared for the punishment. He was going to receive. Little did he know that the punishment was a bit more than he'd planned on.
"You have no idea? Hmm.. well that is curious because our satellites sing a different tune. Now, we asked some witnesses and they saw Jimmy get into a car, hitchhiking. Now, we happened to see that same car just outside of this very shit-hole just a few hours ago. Jimmy came to visit you, didn't he?"
"Yeah, he was here." Hugh answered.
"Oh really? May I ask what that visit was all about? Funeral? Family visit? Help escaping the authorities and getting away with robbery and murder? Any of those ring a bell, old man?"
"He mentioned that he was going on vacation with his wife to the Bahamas." Hugh answered.
"The Bahamas, ay? Now what did that concern you?"
"He needed some cash, so I gave him a couple-hundred bucks. What do you want with me? I don't know anything other than that."
"Where is he going?" West asked.
"The Bahamas! I said that already."
"I mean, where is he really going?"
"I don't know!"
"Don't play dumb with me, dickhead! I know that you know where Jimmy is and you're gonna tell me!"
"I am telling you the truth! I don't know!" Hugh yelled. There was a brief silence and then West spoke again.
"Put your hand on that table." West ordered, directing Hugh to the kitchen table.
"What? Why?" Hugh asked.
"Just do as I friggin' say! Put your god-damn hand on the god-damn table!" West screamed.
"Okay, okay!" Hugh laid his hand flat on the kitchen table. He wasn't prepared for what came next.
West reached into his coat pocked and removed a sharp knife, and in one swift motion stabbed it into the hand of Hugh Neutron, nailing it against the kitchen table.
"Oh god! It hurts!" Hugh screamed in agony, trying to remove the knife. It wouldn't budge, as it was stiffly lodged into the wooden table.
"Feel like telling me now?! Huh?!" West screamed in his face, "Tell me where he is!"
"I said I don't know! Please, stop the pain!" Hugh cried.
"Fine. Just look at me, Hugh. You're doing this to yourself." West reached into his coat and removed a long, thick, steel pipe. Then, he nailed Hugh right in the gut with it. Hugh couldn't defend himself with only one hand.
"Oww!" Hugh screamed. That didn't change anything, as West continued swinging at him with the steel pipe. West continued beating his bloody, defenseless victim for over ten minutes before speaking again.
"You gonna tell me or what you piece of crap!" West angrily yelled. It was as if smoke was blowing out his ears as his face turned redder.
"I'm not telling you shit." Hugh barely mustered enough strength to say that.
"Okay.. Okay.. We can keep playing like that!" West laughed.
"You have a gun, why don't you just shoot me?" Hugh said.
"Excuse me?" West asked.
"Why don't you just shoot me with that gun?" He repeated.
"Oh, you mean this gun?" West removed the gun from its holster and set it on the table, "Wait! Wait! You probably mean this gun!" West reached into his boot and removed a hidden mini-pistol.
"Oww…" Hugh continued to moan as he watched.
"Oh! You must mean this one!" West finally turned around and removed his jacket, revealing a large, hidden holster with a shotgun in it, "Look Hugh, I ain't gonna bullshit you. I'll probably be using one of these, most likely the last one, on you eventually. Unfortunately for you, that won't be until I'm done with the pipe here. You can avoid that fate by telling me what I want to know!" West explained.
"Like I said, I ain't saying anything." Hugh looked at his bleeding, impaled hand. He could only imagine how his face looked.
"That's too bad. I guess you'll just need some more persuasion." West took another swing.
"Okay! Okay! He said he was going to meet a group of gang members at Sam's Ice Cream Parlor! Just please, don't hurt him!" Hugh finally gave up. After all, how much can a man really take before caving in?
"There! How hard was that?" West laughed, proud of his success.
"Just please, get me to a hospital." Hugh moaned in pain.
"Sorry to break it to ya, but there ain't no hospital in your future." West laughed as he grabbed the shotgun from it's holster. He mercifully armed the shotgun and took aim.
"Finally." Hugh said. Then his lights went blank.
Detective West reached into his pocket as he put away his guns and put his jacket back on. He removed his trusty cell phone and dialed a familiar number.
"Yeah?" His boss answered.
"Looks like I found another victim at the dad's place. Jimmy must be cutting everybody who knows about him. Anyways, send an ambulance and a raid squad. I have reason to believe that Jimmy is with some Red Cat members at Sam's. I need a fully armed back-up force to raid the place. I'll call you when I'm done." West hung up and waited for the ambulance and raid squad to arrive.
Meanwhile, Jimmy was getting ready to enter a car with three gang members. The men were to smuggle Jimmy across the border and into Mexico and accompany him to Mr. Montoya. It seemed simple, but it wouldn't be. There were going to be a lot of guards watching the roads into Mexico. Jimmy didn't have his passport, so he wasn't allowed into other countries. Hopefully these men knew what they were doing.
"So how are we gonna do this?" Jimmy asked about an hour into the trip.
"Well, we are gonna shoot the guards. It's that simple, amigo." One guy said.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! You're just gonna shoot them all? There'll be too many! You'll get us all killed or arrested!" Jimmy argued.
"We know what we're doing. All we gotta do is wait 'till one guy checks the trunk. That's when we shoot him through the back windshield. Now in case you didn't notice, we're packing two handheld machine-guns each. That's more than we need to take care of the usual twenty guys packing a simple pistol. Believe me, we've done this thousands of times. There ain't nothing to worry about!" The another reassured him.
"Whatever, just don't get us killed. I have to see this guy!" The men drove down the California border, where Retroville is located. It would only be an hour or two trip. Jimmy laid back and relaxed. He needed some sleep.
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