Thursday, October 27, 2011

Short Story: The Fake Gold Coin

That was probably the strangest case I ever worked on with Metro. What had happened was there were three homicides within a few blocks from one another. There was no sign that the individuals had any connection to each other, except they were all killed next to bus stops, and it turned out from the video on the bus they had a very strange interaction on the bus before the murder happened. All three people shot were crystal meth addicts. It was a married couple, Michael and Tina Bryant, and this one woman Denise Christopher. It was down on Freemont St. Meth, of course right? The interchange was so very odd. Michael and Tina Bryant sat down next to this Mexican guy Felipe Rodriquez who couldn't speak a lick of English. Michael was seen on the video trying to sell him this stupid coin and kept saying over and over again that it was 14 k gold. Felipe Rodriquez handed Michael Bryant twenty dollars for the "14K" gold coin. At that moment Denise Christopher, who we had dealt with a number of times for charges related to prostitution and crystal meth, she started telling Filipe Rodriquez that the gold coin was a fake. "If that was real 14 K gold it would say 14 K on the back. That coin ain't gold, they just need money to buy dope." The ironic thing was she was just as drugged out as they were. Felipe Rodriquez just looked utterly confused and apathetic. The killer was not Felipe Rodriquez. He almost really didn't care about the coin, the rip off, all of that. As soon as Denise pointed out the rip off, Michael and Tina Bryant grabbed the twenty and ran off the bus. I think it was two stops later that Denise got off. Her head was blown nearly clean off with a revolver just after she got off, and then the killer backtracked and shot the Bryants. We got the face of this one guy who got off the bus at the same time as Denise. It wasn't Felipe. Felipe was off in outer space. But we got the image of this forty years old male from the video camera, and a squad car found him wandering around just outside a Denny's a while later. White male assailant by the name of Jordan Brown. This is the strangest part about it. We pulled up to him and got out of the car, approached him on the street. "Oh you're looking for me, right?" "I don't know, should we be?" "Well, if it was a sane society you wouldn't be. If there were more people like me out there, there'd be a lot less people like them, and that would save taxpayers a whole lot of money." "So you did it?" "Absolutely." "Why?" He shrugged. "I'm sick of drug scum like that breathing my air." I looked at him for a long while. Really, as a private citizen, he did not know the half of it. There are meth addicts who will pimp their 8 or 9 year old daughters out for meth. You can hit them with two or three bullets and they'll still come after you, not even knowing they've been hit.

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