An American Crime Saga: Part Three
Welcome back, here is the final chapter of part three! I will be moving to part four soon so for now, read, enjoy, and review!
Chapter Ten:
"Hello?!" Sheen yelled into the speaker when he arrived at the fancy gate in front of the fancy house of Salvador Castillo III.
"Name please." the female voice on the other end told him.
"Sheen Estevez. I'm here to speak with Salvador." Sheen said.
"Okay, go on through. I'll tell him you're here. Just go on through the front door."
"Thank you." Sheen replied as he pulled into the opening gate. He drove up to the front of the house and parked. Looking up at the large, gold encrusted door, Sheen thought of what to say.
Sheen finally stepped out of the car and opened the unlocked front door. He stepped inside and took no time to look at all of the beautiful and expensive objects and decorations that surrounded him. He rushed around the house in search of his unlikable boss.
"Yo, Salvador! It's Sheen! We gotta talk, Sal! Where are you?!" Sheen called out the throughout the house in search of a reply. One came just a few seconds later.
"Hey, amigo! What you doing here, man?!" Castillo walked down a flight of stairs in a golden bathrobe. His well cut hair and fancy mustache hung down his head, all dripping water. He was obviously in the shower.
"I got news, Sal. Bad news." Sheen answered.
"News? Couldn't be as bad as me getting robbed by that asshole Jimmy! He took the god damn money, Sheen! All of it!" Castillo's usual smile was quickly an angry frown.
"All of the guys in my division are dead. The mafia and the police came by looking for Jimmy. It was a massacre! Only like three cops survived. And the only way the cops could know about Jimmy is if we had a snitch high up in the gang!" Sheen explained.
"A snitch, ay? Good! Jimmy deserves to be put on the electric chair! And if your guys help him, they deserved to be killed, too! Whoever this snitch is deserves a medal! If Jimmy gets killed, that means my revenge! Nobody steals from Salvador Castillo III!" Sal yelled in anger.
"You want Jimmy dead?! Why, cause he stole a bit of money that could save his and the gang's life by getting the mafia off our backs?! You'd rather see the gang crippled by the Italian's than see your money be taken away from you?!" Sheen was outraged.
"Look, that was my rightfully stolen money! Nobody steals what I already stole! You got that!?"
"YOU stole!? Last I checked, it was Jimmy and MY part of the gang that did all the work! All you did was give us the go ahead with the robbery! That's it! Now, thanks to this snitch who you so happily thank, got the cops on Jimmy's trail and now the money is in their hands!" Sheen screamed in anger.
"What?! I told them not to take the mone…" Castillo stopped himself, but not in time. That just threw a big puzzle peace Sheen's way.
"You! You ratted Jimmy out! You told the damn police! Hell, you must've told the mafia too you son of a bitch! But why?! You must've ratted him out even before he stole from you!" Sheen stepped back in awe. He always knew that Castillo couldn't be trusted, but never doubted his loyalty to the gang.
"I'll tell you why, Sheen! Jimmy's a smart hombre, but I can't just give a non-member a chunk of the cash I needed to use to expand our gang! Hell, I couldn't give it to anyone! So when I heard that you were taking some cash to Jimmy in Madagascar, I called the man I knew could take anyone out, Maxx Lazanno. Now it just so happened that Jimmy screwed up and stole from Maxx as well, so I simply informed Maxx of the robbery and who performed it."
"But, the police! The mafia was enough, so why the police?!"
"When I heard that Maxx was giving Jimmy another chance, a chance to get the cash back, I knew I couldn't use him anymore. I had to delay Jimmy for a week so Lazanno would come to get him again, so I called the biggest pain in the ass in the world, the Retroville P.D and gave them Jimmy's name. They sent their best guy to take care of Jimmy and retrieve my money. I added that last part to his mission once he stole that money. So far, he's doing a damn good job! Only setback is he took my money!" Castillo let the whole story fly into Sheen's hands.
"You son of a bitch! Man, I trusted your loyalty. I never trusted you, but I trusted your loyalty to the cats! Man, I'm done with all this! I quit! And your ass is gonna be in some trouble when I tell all the others!" Sheen started running towards the door, but ran into Castillo's security.
"You know too much now, Sheen. And you know I don't give a third chance." Castillo said menacingly as the security man held Sheen in place.
"Sorry Sheen, but if you're done with the gang, I got no reason to keep you alive." Castillo reached into the pocket of his bathrobe and removed a large pistol like you'd see in a cowboy movie. Sheen tried escaping, but to no use. He should have brought his gun.
BANG.
"Ring! Ring!" The phone in Detective West's pocket rang. He reached in and answered.
"West." He answered.
"It's Jack. Mind telling me just what the HELL you were thinking when you did what I know you did!" Jack angrily yelled.
"You got no proof I did anything. I stopped by his house to give him the information he needed to get Jimmy, and he must've felt it was too much pressure. You know, officer suicides are pretty common." West explained, laughing.
"We'll find proof, Troy. A lot of guys, the chief included, want to report you to Internal Affairs and start a case. But for now I guess I can't stop you, so I'll make a deal with you. If you bring Jimmy back here and put him in jail, not kill him, I'll have the case dropped and you can keep your job. Sound fair?" Jack said, calming down.
"Yeah, whatever. I can't talk now. I'm crossing the border again. Here, I'll call you soon. I'm gonna need directions to an Armando Montoya's house." West told his boss.
"Okay, talk to you later." Jack hung up, and West did the same.
"Wake up! You've got to defuse a bomb! Wake up!" Montoya shook Jimmy over and over until Jimmy awoke.
"Huh? What?" Jimmy was dazed and confused.
"You must defuse a bomb! It's in the kitchen! You have three minutes! Go! Go! Go!"
"A BOMB?!" Jimmy hopped out of bed, suddenly awakened. What did he mean 'bomb in the kitchen?'.
Jimmy ran down to the kitchen in a panic, not knowing what to expect when he stepped through the door. He stepped into the kitchen and, sure enough, there was a time bomb on the kitchen table with two-minutes and thirty-seven seconds left on it.
"You remember how to defuse a bomb, don't you?" Montoya followed Jimmy down the stairs and to the kitchen calmly, as if he'd done this before. He was so calm, not what you'd expect from a man with a bomb in his kitchen.
"Uh.. Uh.. I think so.. uh.." Jimmy was looking in all different directions in mass panic, "Uh.. I've got to find the wires.."
Jimmy turned the bomb around and found the back of it. There was a removable part of the bomb that probably had the wires under it.
"I need a screwdriver and some wire cutters!" Jimmy looked up at his trainer.
"You'll have to go and get them, I suppose." Montoya kicked back on a nearby chair. Jimmy knew that Montoya wasn't going to help. He quickly ran to the garage and found a red toolbox on a shelf. He ran it back to the bomb. Time was ticking away.
"Ok.. umm…" Jimmy took out the screwdriver and wiped sweat off of his forehead. He cautiously screwed the screw out of the hatch and removed the covering, finding three wires: Red, Blue, and Green.
"Which one is it, Jimmy?" Montoya laughed in the background.
"Okay, okay, umm.." Jimmy tried to calm himself down. He turned to the red wire and got some wire cutters from the toolbox.
"Oh my, no! Not the red one!" Montoya laughed.
Jimmy turned to the blue wire.
"Oh no! Not the blue wire!"
Jimmy turned to the green wire.
"Please, no! You'll get us both killed!" Montoya seemed to be enjoying himself.
"Would you please shut up! You aren't helping!" Jimmy cried. He finally settled on the blue wire and looked at it, wondering weather or not to cut it.
"Thirty seconds, Jimmy!"
"Okay!"
Jimmy continued staring. What had he learned?
"Twenty seconds!"
Jimmy wiped the waterfall of sweat from his face with his sleeve.
"Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven!"
Jimmy finally cut the blue wire. He held his eyes closed and ducked down.
"Beep! Beep! Beep!" A loud alarm went off from the bomb. It began flashing red and blue lights and, after about ten seconds, turned off.
"Sorry Jimmy, but you killed us. Thanks a bunch! But in reality, the bomb ain't gonna flash and beep, it's gonna kill people. We still got some work ahead of us." Montoya sat up and walked over to Jimmy, who was shocked.
"That was not funny, Armando! Not funny!!" Jimmy yelled in a mixture of anger and relief.
"Who said I was trying to be funny, Jimmy? Go eat some food. I'll give ya ten extra minutes since I woke you up early to do all this. Now go ahead, eat." Montoya walked over to a couch in the living room and laid down.
"Fine, just try not to wake me up with a bomb threat again, please. I have feelings." Jimmy said, now seeing the humor in the task.
"Hey, you wanted training. I'm training you!" Montoya put his hands behind his head and relaxed.
Jimmy walked back into the kitchen and reached into the refrigerator, pulling out a package of smoked ham or something like that. He walked to the pantry and took out few pieces of white bread and popped them in the toaster and waited for them to pop up.
3.. 2.. 1.. BOOM!
The front door burst down in a load burst and a man ran in waving a gun and yelling.
"Nobody move! Retroville P.D! Nobody move!" the man yelled out. Jimmy knew that voice. Detective Troy West.
"What is this all about, officer?" Montoya got up from the couch and rushed to the door.
"That's detective, not officer! I'm better than an officer, and I'm here looking for a James Isaac Neutron!" West yelled, pointing his gun in Montoya's face.
"May I see your warrant, detective?" Montoya asked.
"My warrant? Do I need one of those in this crap country? Well I hate to tell you, buddy, but I don't got no warrant. You'll just have to deal with it." West laughed.
"You can't come in here without a warrant, detective. I know that. And you don't even have the authority. You aren't in the states anymore!" Montoya was calm. He knew how to handle it.
"You're right, I ain't in the states no more, and I don't like leaving the states for any matter unless it's on vacation or I'm chasing a criminal, and do I look like I'm on vacation? Now move, or I'll have you charged with assisting a criminal." West said.
"I am not moving anywhere, amigo." Montoya said calmly.
"You must be that Armando Montoya asshole, am I right?" West changed the subject.
"Yes, I'm Armando Montoya. What is it to you?"
"You got some reputation. I bet I could get a load of cash by taking you outta the picture. And, as you can see, I'd have no problem doing just that unless you step aside and tell me where Jimmy is." West loaded the gun.
Jimmy listened to his trainer and friend confront his enemy from the kitchen as he hid in a corner. What was he doing? Montoya didn't know West well enough to know not to test him. West would do anything to get to him, and that includes killing Montoya.
"No." Montoya said sternly.
"I'll count to three. If you don't move and tell me where the hell he is, I'll blow you straight to hell. 1... 2..."
What was he doing! Jimmy had to choose between saving his friend and trainer who'd spent the time to teach him and help him, and staying hidden and not getting caught. By the time he made up his mind it was too late.
"3!" West pulled the trigger and shot Montoya in the face. Blood splattered on the walls, in plain sight of Jimmy. Montoya's lifeless body fell to the ground with a thump.
Jimmy stared at the body in disbelief. Just like that, Montoya was dead. Jimmy hadn't finished his training. He had to escape. Jimmy looked around the room in panic. He noticed a window. It would barely fit him, but it was his only hope.
"I did you a favor. Hell must be a lot better than this country." West laughed. Evil radiated off this man, and Jimmy could feel it. Half of Jimmy told him to escape, and the other told him to avenge Libby, Carl, and Montoya right then and there.
Jimmy took action and cautiously opened the window. West was still inspecting the body. He had to do this fast.
Jimmy jumped up from his hidden position and risked everything. He hopped onto the countertop and kicked in the window. The glass shattered, and a piece stabbed Jimmy's foot. He couldn't stop to worry about it. He had to get to a car.
"Whoa!" West jumped at the sound of a nearby window shattering. He quickly remembered why he was there and realized Jimmy must've jumped out the window. He quickly ran to the shattered window and looked out. He saw Jimmy, limply running across a field to a nearby street, leaving a trail of blood from his wound.
"Freeze!" West called out. He remembered that he had to arrest Jimmy, not kill him, in order to keep his job. Yelling freeze wasn't gonna help. He kicked some loose glass off the frame and jumped out after him.
Jimmy looked back, seeing Detective West gaining on him. With his injury, there was no way he could stay ahead of West. Jimmy quickly mad a sharp turn towards a fence. He jumped over it, although it hurt his foot to do so. He continued on, hoping to find more obstacles to hold West back.
West hopped the fence with ease and sped up. Jimmy wasn't getting away. Not this time.
Jimmy was running out of ideas. He was in another open field with no obstacles in sight. How could he get West off his tail? Just then, a crazy idea popped into his head. He didn't want to go through with it, but what other choice did he have?
"I've got you now you cockroach!" West neared Jimmy and was just a few feet away. He ran up to Jimmy, but simultaneously ran into a charging fist. It knocked him clean off is feet.
Jimmy didn't know what he'd done. He'd just punched a Retroville Detective! He began to worry, but stopped. He was a criminal. Times had changed. Punching a detective was the least of his worries. Hell, he had to do it to escape.
"That felt real good." Jimmy laughed as he looked down at the fallen detective. He looked around to see if anybody was watching and continued towards the road. He needed a ride. He limped a few yards before he was tackled to the ground.
"Nice punch! Unfortunately for you, I'm a trained city detective, and I punch better!" West socked Jimmy square in the jaw. West had a bloody lip, but that was about it. Jimmy had a glass filled foot and maybe a broken jaw.
"Screw you! You killed Libby! You killed Carl! You killed Armando!" Jimmy cried. West laughed and looked at Jimmy with a look of almost pity.
"What, you haven't heard? Your old man is on that list too." West chuckled, taking joy in revealing that sad truth.
"What are you talking about?!" Jimmy cried in disbelief.
"A while ago, I tortured your pop and got information out of him. He told me where you were, and that lead to me wiping out the Retroville division of the red cats. In return, I ended his life mercifully." West smiled, taking no attempts to conceal his happiness.
"You son of a bitch! I'll kill you!" Jimmy popped up and began strangling Detective West with his bare hands. West quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He strapped it on Jimmy's wrists as they strangled him. He then pushed Jimmy to the ground and held a gun to his head.
"I ain't gonna kill you, Jimmy. But you are under arrest for robbery, murder, and assaulting a city detective." West told his man with a grin.
"Murder? I never killed anybody!" Jimmy yelled.
"Well, I did and I ain't taking the blame for it. Now if I'm adding right, that's at least ten murders and those, with the robbery and assault charges, put you shit outta luck." West pulled Jimmy up and loaded him into his car.
"You won't get away with this, West. You have no proof I killed those people!" Jimmy screamed as West got into the front seat.
"I don't need proof. All I need is a bias judge, a bias jury, and a good lawyer. I have all three!" West drove off.
It was a long trip back to Retroville, and a longer trip to jail.
There it is! Part three is complete and Part Four is on it's way! You can find a summary of Part Four soon in my profile page. For now, just kick back, relax, and REVIEW!!!!!!!!! See ya'll soon. Bye.