Protesters scrambled everywhere Boom, a loud thunderous sound and then there was panic. Eames raised her gun aiming it square in the chest of a little boy.
No! Eames don't shoot!
The woman tried to cover her boy with her body but the bullet went straight through her and into the boy's chest.
My boy! No not my boy! His mother cries out.
Eames was then cornered by the angry mob of protesters taking retaliation into their own hands. Cars being flipped over and fire line the streets as if someone had just poured gasoline in the center of New York. It was the brightest she had ever seen. Eames was not sure what would kill her first the angry mob of protesters or the persistent flames that lie at her feet.
Her Alarm clocked in at 5:30 for her to start the day. The clicking and siren call of her alarm shook her out of her nightmare but she had stood soaked in sweat and the same persistent headache she had the day before. She popped two Advil, showered, and made a strong coffee to Jumpstart the day. Goren had called saying he was on his way so she poured two cups of coffee. And like clockwork came the knock on the door.
"Good Morning."
"If you say so?"
"Sleep any last night?"
"Some." She wasn't going to tell him about the nightmares she suffered through. The repeating visual of her gun going off and the mother crying over her son.
"So, I contacted my guys working the case. Get this, they deny there's a case at all and refused to give me the recording. They said Gregory's death was a result of protesters acting out." Goren produced a jump drive with the audio recording.
"Wait, so how did you get the recording?"
"Aw yes well I still have some admirers that don't mind making me a copy. I may have to entertain a date but I got the recording."
"A hardship I'm sure," Eames remarked and then thought, "Why assign us to the case at all if they wanted to keep us from looking to close and they were going to bury it?"
"To try and stop the attack? Maybe to protect his son from going through with it but that failed," Goren thought out loud.
"So they aren't involved with the attack but they didn't want their reputations to go up in flames if the attack was successful?"
"That's what I'm thinking. They needed someone investigating that was smart and resourceful enough to figure out a way to stop the attack. But, in case it failed, they needed someone they could discredit."
"But now, the shooting is all that's on the news."
"Exactly now they could bury the attack because the protest and shooting is all over the news. Actually the attack happening at the protest was a good cover. They could blame others and make the BLM look bad."
"And if It did get attention it would just trace back to Gregory and BLM."
"And the Black Panthers. They wanted to make sure no one even thought to look else where."
"Now they are planning to keep us quiet by making us take the fall. They should know better than that. We aren't going to stop investigating especially now when our reputations are on the line and a killer is on the loose. So much for their perfect fall guys." Emotion motioned to the jump drive, "the recording...?"
"Let's take a listen shall we?"
There's was a lot of background noise from the protest but Goren tuned it in his head focusing on the sounds closer to the mic and that's when he heard the voice.
"You should have stayed home. But that's not my problem now. You fell into this and now it's your fate to be tied to this bomb."
"You don't need to do this. Goren! Come in."
But the audio was breaking, cutting out and then a clear voice.
"It's Pat," he fiddled with his com. "Why?"
"I wish you hadn't done that." And with that, the coms cut off with a huge explosion.
"Pat. Well It's a name. That's something."
"And we know he's tied into someone here so we look up the family to see who has a son named Pat."
"Run it back again."
Goren rewound the audio and played it back."
"What did you hear something?"
"I don't know."
Eames listened close. Gregory's breath was labored. Fear. He knew the guy though so they had to run paths. "I wish you hadn't done that." explosion. Eames eyes closed.
"Is this too much?"
"No. I am fine. Let's keep going."
Goren played back the recording and listened to it through. Eames could vaguely hear the protesters chanting in the background. Then a commotion and a yelp.
Goren stopped the tape and looked at her, "You heard it too?"
"Yeah he hurt himself trying to get away."
"Maybe a piece of shrapnel or he tripped?"
"Well that narrows down our list a little more. Pats are common but one with a fresh wound well that's got to make him stand out."
"Something for our cross-referencing. But until then we should see if there is any way someone in Gregory's life knows someone named Pat."
"We should revisit the the girlfriend. They crossed paths. He knew him. We have to know what else Gregory was involved in"
Eames opened her computer and was greeted to the the latest local headlines.
NYPD Is MSC responsible for dirty shoot.
Rodney King in 2020, How History repeats itself.
First Floyd now Brown, When will justice be served?
Goren saw the headlines. They may want a comment. I'm sure the middle finger would be a hard ask to print. Eames smiled briefly at his recalled remark. She had said something similar when Croydon was found dead and Goren was exhausted of his headlines.
On one of the articles, Eames clicked wracked with guilt and saw the following information being shared across each article:
MCS Alexandra Eames Fled Scene after Shooting of a 12 year boy and is not held accountable. Her partner is covering up her involvement. It is up to us to carry out justice. She is a decedent of crooked cop John Eames. Share this information so the right people are able to exert justice for Jordan Tavyon Brown.
Name: Alexandra Eames, widowed, Senior Detective with MCS in Manhattan 36th Precinct, 5 years with Vice in Chelsea,
DOB: 05/24/197
Badge # 5798
Social Security 241-44-5894
Service Medals: American Flag Breast Bar World Trade Center Breast Bar NYPD Meritorious Police Duty NYPD Excellent Police Duty NYPD Firearms Proficiency Bar
Address: 27 Beach Crest in the Rockaways, Queens
Next of Kin
Husband: Joseph Dutton, Deceased. Killed in the line of duty (m1998, death 2007)
Father :John Eames resides in Inwood, worked 91st precinct took bribes and "double dipped" after retiring by working a city job while collecting a pension
Mother: Mary Eames Deceased, stroke death 1995
Brother: John Eames Jr. FDNY has a Wife, Deborah Eames nurse at with 3 children enrolled in private school
Sister: Elizabeth Connolly married to David Connolly with son, Nathan whom Eames carried to term on November 21, 2003
Name: Robert O Goren, Jr. Detective with MCS in Manhattan 36th Precinct, Previously with Narcotics at Brooklyn North, where he racked up 27 arrests, all of which led to convictions
United States Army stationed in Korea and Germany, CID under Declan Gage, retired
DOB: August 20, 1961
Badge: 4376
Social Security: 845-67-3906
Address:210 Mather Street in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, NY 11222
Next of Kin: None
Mother: Francis Goren Deceased due to medical illness (Cancer), Schizophrenic
Father: Mark Ford Brady , Deceased 2007 by the state of NY, raped and murdered several women
Half Brother: Frank Goren, Deceased due to overdose
"Goren do you see this? I need to contact my family." Eames struggled to get to her feet scrambling for her phone as a brick was thrown with force at her front window.
"We need to move now. Call from the road." Goren grabbed the computer and jump drive and threw it in the backseat of her personal vehicle.
"Captain. Yes click on this article. Are you seeing this?"
"Yes, you with Goren?"
"Yes, he's right here."
"Of course he is, you two get somewhere safe. Use cash preferably stay away from high traffic areas."
"Got it."
"Eames we'll get you through this. I'll do what I can on my end to get this posts removed."
"Captain my family?"
"I've already sent officers their way to get them put them up somewhere off book. I will reach out with any news as I get it. Be safe."
Goren drove this time as Eames was a little more than shook at the recent proceedings. He had heard the Captain's advice from the speaker and began driving to a motel further out the way on the outskirts one with a front door and key lock.
