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“She is still alive.”

“I remember a child crying hysterically outside the courtroom that day…”

I eased toward him.  He watched me.  He kept the gun at his side.

“That hysterical little girl had a lot to be crying about. She had a strong attachment to her daddy—too strong. She spent her life dreaming up ways to get back at the police and at you. She wanted to be tough so much she was obsessed with it. She became a man and changed her name from Melanie Dancy to Carl Minton.”

“Carl Minton? The little girl?”

“As Carl Minton, Melanie not only killed your wife, she killed one of the jurors, Nancy Durham.  Also she killed Dave Robinson, the Assistant DA. who had been on the case. Once she started the killing she just couldn’t seem to stop.”

The judge looked stunned. It was as if I’d dropped a bomb on his well-appointed mansion and destroyed everything in it. He looked around as if he didn’t know where he was.

After what seemed like an hour he said softly, “Detective, I am sorry.  I had no idea I had hired a monster.”

I was now an arm’s length from him.

“That isn’t all, Your Honor.”

“What else is there?”

“Carl Minton was going to kill me and then come back for you. His plan was to pin everything on you hiring a hit man and then make it look like you killed yourself out of grief over your wife.”

“Where is he now?”

“In jail.”

“Well, then there is no need for me to keep on living, is there?  I lost…I lost my mind. I’m not myself.  I am going to make this part right. I must.” He was beginning to move his gun hand toward his own head when I raised my own and smacked him across the face to knock him off balance.

I quickly pounced on him to get the gun.  He was strong and very crafty. I couldn’t get the gun. I punched him in the face, jumped off him, dashed down the hall and covered myself behind the wall to the spot I was at before.  He fired two shots.  I couldn’t fire because the chief was in harm’s way.  Davis couldn’t get off a clean shot either.  I thought for a moment.  I did a quick peek around the corner and fired into the ceiling above the judge.  He fired again and then I fired my last shot, hitting him in the chest.

The bullet took him back a little but I couldn’t tell where I hit him.  He still had that gun in his hand.  I fired two more rounds into the chest.  The gun dropped to the floor and the judge fell next to it.

I ran up to get the gun and check for a pulse. The judge was dead. I heard the sirens in the distance.  Now it was finally over.  I gave thumbs up to Capt. Davis and then checked on the chief.  He had a concussion but was going to live.  Capt. Davis and I left the scene when the other units and the CSUs' showed up.  We decided to go check on Chad.  I wanted to thank him for what he did.

The hospital parking lot was full to capacity.  We went through the ambulance entrance.  The security guard pointed us to Triage 3, where chad was being patched up.

“How you doing, fella?” I asked.

“Ah, hell,” Chad said. “I’m fine.  Did we get everybody?”

I nodded.

“Oh yeah,” said Capt. Davis.  “We got them all.”

He looked at me and grunted in pain as he shifted his body to sit up on the gurney.  “So why was Burncutt after you?”

“Old wounds. He blamed me for his family circumstances and then became what the hated the most.”

“What’s that?”

“He became a police officer.  You see, I caused a great disruption in his life when I arrested his father and sent him away for many years. His father died an unexplainable death in prison.”

“Well that clears up everything except one thing in my mind,” said Capt. Davis.

“What’s that?” I asked.  Chad and I both were looking at him.

“Why did Melanie change her gender to a boy?”

“Well,” I began the twisted story. “I had Charlotte do some background checking before she had was abducted. What she found was that Melanie was still alive.”

“Okay, but still—why a boy?” Asked Chad.

“I’ve learned a few things in the psychology classes I have been taking online and one thing I learned was about the Psychoanalytic Theory.”  They both squinted their eyes at me, in different ways.

I smiled.  “That theory is, and I’m quoting here, “If the mother feeds, the infant develops an attachment to her based on her repeated satisfaction of his hunger and thirst--unquote.”

“So what you are saying is, the dad fed her and sorta mothered her?  To the point where she became attached to him and identified with him—wanted to be him?” asked Chad.

“That is correct. Or then again it could be one other thing?”

“All right,” said Capt. Davis.  And what is that one thing?”

“Well she could have suffered from penis envy.”

We all burst out laughing.

“I’m serious, look it up if you don’t believe me.”

Chapter 12

Summertime was near. It was already hot in Alabama.

It had been three months since my dealings with The Reaper, aka Carl Minton, aka Melanie Dancy; Burncutt, and Judge Middlebrooks.  The Reaper is expected to get the needle in November, but some prominent people in town are pushing for an earlier date.  So far it looks to be in their favor.

Burncutt went to prison. He had a change of heart, they say—spends a lot of time in the library and goes to all the self-help group meetings. He’s expecting to get an early release. He’s been a model prisoner and we may actually be able to stand each other when he gets out.

Now those bloody murders, the kidnapping, even the sex change—all are distant memories.

Once the news media broadcast the scandal with Chief Pate and Judge Middlebrooks’ wife, he withdrew himself from the running for Sheriff.  The Mayor fired him.  Capt. Davis is now Chief Davis.

Charlotte and I have been married three months now.  We had our honeymoon in the Virgin Islands.  She has gotten a little bigger—no, a whole lot bigger.  We are expecting a girl.  Charlotte still felt she needed to stay close to her parents even though her mom had been given a clean bill of health.  I gave up my apartment and we moved in with Momma and Papa Reed.  Occasionally, we would hear Momma and Papa Reed laughing about something that’s funny to them or they might wink at each other.  Charlotte still gives them the shame sign.

Today was different. Not a cloud in the sky. No giggling, but smiles all around.  Just plain beautiful; peaceful, and relaxed.

I laid my head in Charlotte’s lap.  “I love you,” she said, running her smooth silky hands on my face.  I reached up and kissed her softly on her lips and said.  “I love you both.”

BLUE ALERT

Chapter 1

Officer Richard Davies lies on the ground, bleeding-- to death, knowing within himself that he was about to die.  In the last few moments in his mind, he thought his hand was writing out the killer’s name. It wasn’t.  His spirit was leaving him fast and there was nothing he could do.  Darkness was settling in his eyes.  People were shouting and he heard them but they couldn’t hear his pleas for help.  He looked up at the sky and watched as the darkness swallowed him.

Elysian Fields Avenue in New Orleans was nothing like the Elysian Fields you read about in a book of the Greek Gods; in the book there were no troubles, no pain, and no death.  Elysian Fields Avenue had trouble, pain, and now death.

District eight is bordered by Canal Street, the French Quarter, I-10, and the Mississippi River.  The area was known for its many historic attractions until recently.  Somebody was killing police officers.

Sirens blared in the distance as he lay dying.  His badge was covered with blood from the wound in his chest.  He was heaving, gurgling and possibly drowning in his blood.  He heard the sirens getting closer but it was too late.  He started drifting away from life.

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