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Chapter 18

… Confessions of an Ex-Cop …

The next day the officers were on the assault, both eager to get the case finished up. But just when they thought they had Lawrence trapped he was quick to throw them off and have them chasing him around in circles again. They had just walked into the apartment they had been spending most of their time in when Hanson started his attack again.

"You honestly think we are going to believe that you don't know who you're working for?" Tom repeated frustration evident in his tone.

"Of course I know but it is none you're business, so why don't you just lay off," Lawrence responded obviously also frustrated by the boys persistence. "Why is it so important that you know anyway, you work for me remember?" he continued his anger intensifying. It was obvious the officers were losing this battle and Lawrence would soon have them on the ropes again. But Tom wasn't ready to let that happen, not for the 4th time that afternoon.

"We don't want to upset the wrong person," Hanson answered the words coming naturally; he had said them so many times before. Unlike previous occasions however today he found himself becoming fatigued quicker than usual by the constant concentration required to manipulate their suspect, who was smarter than most of the criminals they were used to dealing with. He wished Doug would step in but it seemed in this case it was Tommy McQuaid who had taken the lead for once. So, desperate to prevent the conversation from ending the same way he pulled his gun out of his pocket and aimed it in Lawrence's direction. He did so rashly, not allowing himself time to consider the repercussions that may follow. Lawrence's eyes grew wide at the sight of Hanson's revolver. "I'm getting tired of this, so just spit it out," Tom barked hoping this new incentive would get him the information they needed.

"Where the fuck did you get that from?" Lawrence replied sounding exasperated, unable to hide his underlying nervousness. Tom was delighted to sense the anxiety in his suspect so continued to push for an answer.

"What does it matter, just tell us who the fuck you're working for!" Tom answered callously.

"No, because I think you're a cop. That is a cop's service revolver," he spat back seeming to regain his composure.

'Shit shit shit' was the only coherent thought Tom could manage at that moment. He just hoped he had managed to keep the flush of fear he felt from showing on his face. 'You bloody idiot, of course this guy would recognise your gun, he was a fucking cop remember!' Tom was filthy on himself but he tried to ignore his anger and turned his thoughts instead to how they going to get out of this with the info they wanted or at least without blowing the whole case. He shot a look to Doug, he was standing motionless with an expression conveying confusion or irritation. Tom wasn't too sure, but either way it seemed he was still on his own.

"I knew I recognised you, you're the son of that cop that got shot years ago, Thomas Hanson. You're a spitting image I can't believe I didn't realise it earlier." Lawrence said apparently amazed at his oversight before continuing with his usual bravado. "I worked with him you know, Good cop," he said in the most in a patronising tone Hanson had ever heard. Perfectly mocking the numerous praises he knew Tom would have endured after his father's passing. He knew the way people talked about cops who gave their lives to the service, the truth about their inadequacies or vices were always immediately forgotten. "He was just too Cop for his own good Tommy, sometimes you've got to know when to cut your losses," he said now laughing. It was taking every ounce of Tom's self-control not to lash out at Lawrence. He felt his fingernails digging into his palms as he focused on keeping the rest of his appearance composed.

"It's nice to see you follow in his footsteps though, he would be so proud! Looks like you're even going to have the honour of going out in the line of duty. But don't worry Tommy Boy, I promise I won't disgrace your family name by telling everyone you got yourself killed because you blew your own cover," he said smirking heartlessly as he lifted his gun and pointed it at Hanson. Tom elevated his gun simultaneously, having not realised he had let it drop to his side.

Suddenly he thought of something that could get him out of this, he was sure it would never work but he had to try something didn't he?

"I think your forgetting some essential parts of my story," Hanson said, trying his best to exude any confidence he had left. "Because if you knew my Dad I would also imagine you would have been surprised or at least vaguely intrigued when you heard his son was convicted for manslaughter. Because well, I killed a cop," he stopped, the words were hard to get out.

"I killed a cop," he said again trying his best to seem proud as he knew this wasn't the time to show his remorse.

"And now this is how I make my living, just like you I live on the wrong side of the law. I've found it's much easier once you've seen how the other side works," he finished with a wink in Lawrence's direction.

"That's right, I did hear about that, you ran off," he recalled, still sounding suspicious.

"That's right," Tom replied casually, hoping that the little publicity about his innocence would for once work in his favour.

"And what? Now you carry around your old gun or the gun of the guy you killed? Both just as insane if you ask me. And you wear that ridiculous thing on your head pretending to be a school kid only to do some low level drug dealing jobs? That's some sort of really fucked up reverse hero story," the man in front of the officer scoffed appearing confused with the ridiculous tale.

"I had to keep a souvenir," Tom answered as if it were obvious. "And well there are less cops around schools to recognise me," he said now smirking twistedly, enjoying the irony. "Isn't that one of the reasons you do business through school kids?"

Lawrence's expression softened, it seemed almost like he was accepting Hanson's bluff. 'Maybe he wasn't as smart as I thought,' he shifted uncomfortably under Lawrence's now kind gaze, 'Or maybe I'm a more convincing low life than I thought,'. Either way he was pleased to see his plan seemed to be working even though he wasn't particularly keen on believing the second option as to why.

Lawrence finally spoke again. "I knew there was a reason I liked you, It seems great minds really do think alike,". A smile returned to his face as he palmed Hanson's gun away from his face casually. Lawrence was feeling much more relaxed after coming to the conclusion that there was no way someone would try fool him with that story if it wasn't true, it was absolutely bizarre after all. And besides he would do a check on it later and he could always kill him then if he found out he was lying. "It seems we have a few things in common you see. Both ex cops turned cop killers, both smart enough to take advantage of the most easy lead in our society," Hanson shuddered at being referred to as that, it was somehow how different when someone else called him a killer, especially when he could see they believed it wholeheartedly. He stayed silent, trying with everything he had to fend off the memories from of that time that were threatening to cloud his focus. Doug however was confused by Lawrence words, 'Both cop killers? What? Was he still planning to kill Hanson?' Because if that was the case Tom certainly didn't seem to have noticed.

Penhall stepped forward anxiously. "What are you playing at?" he provided finally breaking his silence.

"Don't be rude Doug, were having a reunion here, it's always nice meeting up with a fellow officer fallen from grace," he said as he slapped a frozen Tom jovially on the shoulder. "Or are you a cop too? Of course how rude of me you were probably he his partner right, want to join in on our reminiscing about the good old days?" he said apologetically to Penhall.

"Not particularly," Doug returned cautiously, still confused about the strange scene unfolding before him. The partners were usually excellent at being able to read a dangerous situation like this but he was certain that he and Tom were both going to be surprised by whatever came next.

"Of course how rude of me again, what good old days! You both barely look old thought to be on the force," Lawrence said laughing at his own joke; like they hadn't heard it a million times before.

He stopped after a few seconds when he realised the others in the room didn't find his joke amusing. "Ok well since you guys seem so put out by my impoliteness why don't you let me make it up to you boys by giving you the answer to the question you have both been desperately asking," In response he was provided only with a baffled look from Doug so he continued anyway. "You said you didn't want to offend the wrong person, so if I were you boys I wouldn't want offend me,"

"And why is that?" Tom said finally getting himself to focus on the situation at hand long enough to string a sentence together.

"Because I'm it now, this is all mine," he said proud grin on his face. "That cop I said I shot was Jeffrey Benton. And what was his, is now mine, end of story," Tom and Doug exchanged glances of delight, both of them not noticing Mathews odd behaviour.

"That all we needed?" Tom said raising his eyebrows in Doug's direction, returning his gaze to Lawrence.

"Sure is!" Doug answered along with a sigh of relief.

"Excellent," he said as both officers raised their guns once again, aiming them at the now confused ex-cop.

"You are under arrest," They both loved this part of the job, the moment they finally got to stop acting like filth and show their suspects they had been deceiving them all along.

"Should have trusted those instincts mate," Doug said mischievously.

Hanson pulled his cuffs out of his pocket and ordered Lawrence to turn around put his hands against the wall. He did as he was told, the surprised look on his face a few moments earlier had quickly changed to one filled with animosity. It seemed he had quickly caught on that he had been completely fooled. But he wasn't going to let them think they had won that easily; he wanted to ensure there were some seeds of doubt in their minds.

"Seriously, boys!" he started in the most patronising and arrogant tone he could manage now he no longer had the upper hand. "Your little act was pathetic! And if you really think people are going to believe you, two rookie officers, one who was on trial for murder, innocent or not," he said lingering on the last word aware it was a sore point with the flustered officer. "Over me! A highly respected retired police Captain, you've obviously lost it!"

Tom answered his cutting remark by aggressively lowering the man's hands from above his hand to behind his back.

"We fooled you," he said assertively as he was twisting Lawrence's wrists for good measure; just the way they had been taught to do with disobliging criminals to ensure they cooperated.

It was then a distraught Mathew appeared next to him red faced and shouting. "Is this a joke, what the hell just happened? You guys are cops? And you killed someone? This guy is a cop and he killed someone? That someone was my dad and he killed him because my dad… my dad was a drug dealer?" he said voice becoming thinner as he was understandably struggling to take in all that had just happened. "Tell me what the fuck is going on Tom! Tell me this isn't really happening, tell me it's all some sick twisted joke!"

'Oh man,' Tom had honestly forgotten Mathew was there and couldn't believe he didn't make the connection between the last name of the officer Lawrence had said he killed and Mathew, he didn't even know the kids dad was a cop. He felt bad he couldn't give Mathew the answer he wanted, so he said nothing.

"I can't believe this, I trusted you, I told you things Tom, things I hadn't shared with anyone, and you just, just used me, I don't even know what to think anymore, did your dad actually get killed or is that just part of your cover?" he continued anger melting away allowing the hurt to become evident in his voice.

"This isn't the time Matt, we'll talk about it later," Hanson said as patiently as he could considering he had only half apprehended his suspect and would much prefer to have all his attention focused on Lawrence.

"No I want to talk about it now!" he said shoving Tom causing him to momentarily lose his balance. "This asshole killed my dad!" he shouted, his fist barely missing the side of Lawrence's face, not due to lack of trying but because Tom had managed to send the blow off course with his elbow. Doug was then quick to rush over to pull Mathew off Tom and Lawrence, handcuffs out and ready.

"You need to calm down," Doug suggested as he pulled Matts hands behind his back. It was then Tom was about to start desperately defending his actions to Mathew, but he knew he would sound pathetic and could see it would be useless anyway. Matt had clearly already decided what to believe. So Hanson instead gave a simple nod to Penhall, who then continued to fasten the Handcuffs around the young boys wrists. Tom would have to deal with that later. Right now he had to do his actual job.

He began to pull his own cuffs out of his pocket but before he could begin use them Lawrence had taken the opportunity given to him by Mathews outburst to turn around and punch Tom in the stomach in one swift movement. Tom stepped backwards to stop himself from falling over and bent forward instinctively to protect his midsection. In the short time it took for him to do this it became evident Lawrence wasn't about to continue his attack. He had instead proceeded to make a run for it. He shot straight past Tom and slipped out the door behind him to ensure Doug never got a clear shot at him. As soon as he had darted behind the door Tom was chasing after him. He wasn't about to let this asshole get away because he had for the second time tonight let his guard down.

Hope it wasn't too unbelievable, confusing or long winded haha. It would be terrible if I put anyone to sleep :S Anyways let me know what you think or if you have any suggestions or whatever!?

Also as I split it into two the next update will be quick! No lies this time I promise :) So check back soon!