Thursday, January 21, 2016

APPLE ROAD: RIP EHBO EEE

"Exposure my ass!" FBI section chief Thomas Gra hung up the phone politely enough but swore out loud afterwards. It was obvious to him that the young man did not die from exposure. Gra was furious. He liked the gentle kid who had managed to survive against all odds with absolutely everything going against him. Everything except Cherie Solange. She had damn near killed herself trying not to run over Ehbo. 

"Sir?" Agent Joy Pruitt had been sent to Gra's make shift field office. The door was open. Agents Fletcher Sarras, Dill Murphy, Scotty Uzer, Mavis Taylor and Frank Lagery stumbled in after her nursing steaming paper cups of coffee. None of them had gotten any sleep. All they knew at this point was that there had been another murder.

"Twenty minutes ago Ehbo Eee was murdered in his bed. Pruitt, I want you to interview Cherie Solange again. She knows something," Gra tapped the photo of Cherie that was tacked to his bulletin board next to a photo of Ehbo, the new Jane Doe's head and everyone else who was on the scene at the rest stop the night before.

"Yes, sir," Pruitt nodded and began studying the photos on the board.

"I want the rest of you to get the hell on out of here and take that hospital apart. Interview everyone who was in that hospital or anywhere in the vicinity of that hospital last night. Detective Dorsey is with Ehbo's body now. Secure and transfer the body immediately. Agent Dill Murphy, you are to stay with said body until the transport is completed. Someone murdered that young man. I want to know how that happened. I do not want to hear that he's been cremated or misplaced." Chief Gra stood back and waited for one of them to say something.

"That coat," Agent Taylor's jaw dropped.

"Damn straight that God-awful coat!" Gra knew Taylor would be the first to see it. Ehbo was taken in wearing a coat that was evidence in a case that had gone cold.

"Wait a minute. That torso with the coat belongs to the cold case head? Where was I when this happened?" Agent Dill Murphy fired in disbelief.

"If we had the coat, how in the hell did that kid get a hold of it?" Agent Fletcher Sarras asked at the same time as Murphy and Uzer.

"When did we get the torso?" Uzer blurted.

"When did we get these photos!" Taylor pointed at the blow ups of the Polaroids that Cherie Solange had anonymously mailed to the authorities.

"We don't have the cold case torso. The torso we have is fresh. We do have confirmation that the same weapon was used in both decapitations, so our cold case is hot again. We've had the coat since last night. The photos were given to us by Homicide Detective Dennis Dorsey who received them from an anonymous source via the US Postal Service. Agents Brown, Le Teil and Braisse are in the field now with flashlights searching for the torso. They are using the rest stop as a temporary command post. The head we found in the San Andres Forest north of Los Angeles goes with the torso we are looking for here today east of the Mississippi. That my friends is too much space. Find out who sent those photos but first secure Ehbo's body. The person who wanted him dead no doubt wants him gone and that's not going to happen. Ehbo knows who killed both Jane Does and he's going to tell us because we are going to protect him a hell of a lot better than whoever was supposed to be protecting him last night."


~ To Be Continued ~




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