Post by History on Dec 24, 2007 12:11:46 GMT -5
Date: December 25th 2007
Time: 4:17
Location: Salt Lake City Police Department
315 E 200 S, Salt Lake City, Utah
Time: 4:17
Location: Salt Lake City Police Department
315 E 200 S, Salt Lake City, Utah
"Ya gotta be fuckin kidding me! Damnit. Last time I bet on these assholes. Christ…"
The clearly upset detective spins around in his chair away from the small television monitor a few feet away, back to his cluttered with papers desk. He shakes his head a few times, almost seemingly like he was disgusted by what he saw. Now focusing on the paper work in front of him, he places his hand on his forehead, staring at it for a few seconds. After a few more seconds he begins shuffling through the papers one by one. Glancing at each one after raising them to eye level, the look of frustration on his face gets only worse the longer he looks at them. Just then the phone a few inches from where his hand lay began ringing, causing for him to shake his head again before reaching for it. He brings the phone to his ear, placing it firmly between his shoulder and his neck before talking into the receiver.
"Marx here. "
Leaning back in his chair, he rolls his eyes realizing it was his wife calling him at the office for the umpteenth time today. His other hand found it's way to his forehead again, rubbing his temples as his blood almost started to boil waiting for her to shut her trap long enough for him to get a word in edge wise.
"Look Olivia, look..No..What did I..I'm telling you I don't know when..Look I.."
His eyes suddenly cut to the corridor looking pathway where other police personnel were coming back and forth through the day, seeing his partner no more than ten feet away with a gigantic smile on her face. Figures. She always got some sick ass pleasure from watching him suffer during these phone calls. Guess this was no different because the smile just got bigger the closer she got he thought. He let out a long sigh while watching her make her way towards him through the small crowd of other police personnel. Her long bright red hair sticking out like a sore thumb among the crowd of the others officers and detectives. Listening to his wife at the same time, he shrugs his shoulders to his partner while pointing to the phone while mouthing the words "crazy bitch".
He just listened and listened while his partner found her way to her desk just across from his, in a back to back position almost. Before even making herself comfortable she held up the folder in her hands whispering a few words to her partner Detective Marx.
"A old friend of mine just sent me something you might wanna see Marx. If you can ever get off the phone with the warden you should look at it."
Laughing a bit she tossed the folder across her desk over to his, his eyes dropping to it almost instantly. Still listening he kept on talking into the receiver while reaching for the folder slowly and opening it, still leaned back in his chair. Almost instantly his eyebrows raised, a look of almost combined surprise and shock came to his face looking back over to his partner again, seeing her shrug her shoulders, leaning back in her own seat and smiling from ear to ear. She could hardly contain her laughter, seeing the looks of shock and agitation trading places back and forth in his face with each second. She watched him focus back on the folder in front of him after he leaned up in his seat, switching sides with the phone, now placed over his left shoulder while his right hand flipped through the folder at a faster rate. The entire time his wife's voice could almost be heard by his partner across from him, screaming about something and asking questions endlessly.
A few more moments of looking through the enormous amount of files and pictures before him, he stopped suddenly, staring down at the folder for a few seconds before looking back up to his partner again with a look that surpassed the initial one of bewilderment he showed when first opening the folder.
She just nodded her head. He looked back to the folder, holding the one picture in particular up slowly to eye level before speaking into the phone.
"Hon..Honey I gotta go. Yea I know, I know..Yeah we'll talk about it later, but I gotta go honey now."
She couldn't even get a goodbye out of her mouth before the receiver was almost slammed back to it's waiting base directly to his right on his desk. Lowering the picture back to his desk, he grasped it with both hands before letting go of it, watching it almost float back to the desk, now laying flat on the desk again. Before he could even say anything his partner leaned across the desk, took a few seconds to look around the squad room to make sure that there were no prying ears and eyes before going on. Making eye contact with him she went on, knowing he was confused about all of this and interested at the same time. When she finally spoke up the first thing out of her mouth was...
"Guess it's true what they say huh? The past always repeats itself. Know the past, know the future. "
He sat speechless, not knowing what exactly to say about what she had laid out in front of him a few minutes ago. But he did hear her words and the more he thought about it, the more he thought she was right too. The past. It DID always seem to resurface he thought. In his 13 years of law enforcement he had learned that much and more but..He never expected it to come back like this. And not with this particular former 'target of interest". Shaking his head his eyes shoot back down to the picture one more quick time before looking back up to his partner's baby blue eyes again.
"Alright Gordon, please tell me it's some sick ass Christmas joke..."
"Oh no. It's real, believe me. It's real. Hey don't look at me like that. I didn't start this gathering of information. That's from YOUR old buddy back at your old job. Don't shoot the messenger. He said you might wanna get in touch with some old....friends you know. You gotta admit though, looking through that file makes you wanna tackle this one now doesn't it?"
Leaning back into his chair again, his hand raised to find it's way back to his mouth covering it while swaying back and forth in his chair as he slightly nodded his head endlessly. Not like he was agreeing with her but more that he was in a thought process, not sure of what to do or to say. Before he can even say anything else she cuts back in.
"Why not go for it? How many years did you chase these guys around Marx? How many times did you come to me saying how it just burned you up that in a system that's supposed to be fair and just, guys like HIM and his family organization got away with murder. Literally sometimes. So what's the..."
"Can you say "easier said than done"?I'm not saying I don't want to. I'd be lying if I did. And really, the hell with wanting to, I probably NEED to. God knows someone does. That's not what I'm trying to say Gordon. It's not."
"Then what? You got evidence and just cause to investigate his every move, every relative and anything you would possibly want. We got explosions, missing bodies, people involved AND witnesses missing, and two people who are from families who are notoriously known for being underground juggernauts. Think of all of the times in the past they've gotten away Marx. "
"Think about that. Innocent lives lost and forgotten. People being "shut up" because they weren't afraid to stand up for what they believed was the right thing. There's no way in hell you've forgotten about them. I'm not saying the jury's in the bag and under our thumb but I'll be damned if it doesn't give us just cause to have it looked into."
"I know. It's just...Wait..Two people?"
She looks back down to the stack of pictures and documents in front of him nodding her head at it. Almost like she was telling him to look a bit closer. Quickly looking back to the pile in front of him, he begins searching through the files again, going further into the huge pile of pictures and such. A few seconds pass, and he comes across another picture that instantly caught his eye. Slowly his body almost fell to the back of the chair again, looking at the picture closely.
A young beautiful woman. She looked to be no older than her early twenties. Actually, he KNEW she wasn't any older than that. He had seen her face many, many times before. Yet it was so many years ago before now. But the picture in his hand showed that of a young and gorgeous woman. That in itself was enough to surprise him to no end.
But the big shocker was that she was aligned with the gentlemen in the picture now raising to eye level as well in his opposite hand. Holding both pictures up he looked to one and then back to the other one. Once more doing the same thing, before placing them both back in the center of his desk and looking to his partner again.
"Are you telling me that these two? If this is some sort of planned out powe..."
"I know, I know. I was thinking the same thing when I looked through it. Scary stuff isn't it? But be calm. Got a few friends at the Long Beach police department and they're saying that it's not that at least. Or in the highly unlikely case that it is, people are so scared shitless they're refusing to talk. Can't say I blame em'. But still. "
"Damn right but still. That's not every day you see people from two families like that...You know. I find it hard to believe that this is a coincidence Gordon. Just can't be. And neither are these assaults, disappearances and attempted murders either. I'm sorry. I know for a fact..."
Almost in a violent movement, he snatches the picture back up from the desk of the young man before going on. Almost in a split second.
"HE is involved someway. I can feel it in my gut Gordon. He comes from the scum of the earth. There's no way he's some fuckin' innocent bystander and he's damn sure not a victim. You have no idea...I just..."
"Alright, alright. I understand where you're coming from. I do. And you didn't even mention all of the past cases both families are connected to. Think about it. How much could be possibly put to rest with finally catching some real dirt on either one of these. And my guess is if these are the types of things happening lately, and he's involved? He must be back up to some old tricks or some family ones at least. And if their aligned like they look to be, someone's gonna end up talking. "
"Don't think so far ahead Gordon. Hell we don't even know where either of th..."
"Chicago. Well at least HE is. Did a little "field work" of my own. He's there, but her? Not sure yet. Can't be too far behind though. Look at them in the pictures. She'll be there. You can bet your ass she will."
He paused, looking across the desk to her before letting out a long sigh and placing his elbows on the desk in front of him, gripping both of his temples for a few seconds. His brain was swimming now. He had too much history with this family. Too much bad and violent history. Too many memories that still haunted him to this very day, kept him from truly ever resting at night and keeping him from every really getting close to his wife of ten years.
There were times in the life of men everywhere, where a decision needed to be made. A decision that could very well change the world for the better, if only it effects a small part OF the world even. This was one of those moments. All of those years of watching BOTH of these families almost leech off of society like a virus, sucking every environment dry they saw fit and moving on to the next. Over and over again. How many lives had been lose because of direct contact or conflict with them?
How many families were destroyed because of their operations or lust and greed for money and power? How many times were he and his former co-workers faced with the task of having to inform a mother that her son would never be coming home again. That she'd never see him again. That she'd never be able to touch her flesh and blood once again. Just how many lives had they negatively impacted during their years and years of treachery?
It ate him alive then and it ate him alive now to this day. As much as he tried to deny it, he couldn't. He never could and he couldn't now. He had to at least try. He had to at least try to give some closure and justice to the countless victims they had created, effected and left behind. He had to try to make a difference and to make up for when he couldn't do so in the past.
He looked back up to his partner, seeing her raise an eyebrow as if she was waiting for the inevitable answer. She knew him well and long enough to know what his answer would be. It was almost no reason to even say it.
"You know...We have no jurisdiction in Chicago right?"
"You're right. WE don't. But we DO have friends in Chicago who DO have jurisdiction. Call in a few favors?"
The clearly upset detective spins around in his chair away from the small television monitor a few feet away, back to his cluttered with papers desk. He shakes his head a few times, almost seemingly like he was disgusted by what he saw. Now focusing on the paper work in front of him, he places his hand on his forehead, staring at it for a few seconds. After a few more seconds he begins shuffling through the papers one by one. Glancing at each one after raising them to eye level, the look of frustration on his face gets only worse the longer he looks at them. Just then the phone a few inches from where his hand lay began ringing, causing for him to shake his head again before reaching for it. He brings the phone to his ear, placing it firmly between his shoulder and his neck before talking into the receiver.
"Marx here. "
Leaning back in his chair, he rolls his eyes realizing it was his wife calling him at the office for the umpteenth time today. His other hand found it's way to his forehead again, rubbing his temples as his blood almost started to boil waiting for her to shut her trap long enough for him to get a word in edge wise.
"Look Olivia, look..No..What did I..I'm telling you I don't know when..Look I.."
His eyes suddenly cut to the corridor looking pathway where other police personnel were coming back and forth through the day, seeing his partner no more than ten feet away with a gigantic smile on her face. Figures. She always got some sick ass pleasure from watching him suffer during these phone calls. Guess this was no different because the smile just got bigger the closer she got he thought. He let out a long sigh while watching her make her way towards him through the small crowd of other police personnel. Her long bright red hair sticking out like a sore thumb among the crowd of the others officers and detectives. Listening to his wife at the same time, he shrugs his shoulders to his partner while pointing to the phone while mouthing the words "crazy bitch".
He just listened and listened while his partner found her way to her desk just across from his, in a back to back position almost. Before even making herself comfortable she held up the folder in her hands whispering a few words to her partner Detective Marx.
"A old friend of mine just sent me something you might wanna see Marx. If you can ever get off the phone with the warden you should look at it."
Laughing a bit she tossed the folder across her desk over to his, his eyes dropping to it almost instantly. Still listening he kept on talking into the receiver while reaching for the folder slowly and opening it, still leaned back in his chair. Almost instantly his eyebrows raised, a look of almost combined surprise and shock came to his face looking back over to his partner again, seeing her shrug her shoulders, leaning back in her own seat and smiling from ear to ear. She could hardly contain her laughter, seeing the looks of shock and agitation trading places back and forth in his face with each second. She watched him focus back on the folder in front of him after he leaned up in his seat, switching sides with the phone, now placed over his left shoulder while his right hand flipped through the folder at a faster rate. The entire time his wife's voice could almost be heard by his partner across from him, screaming about something and asking questions endlessly.
A few more moments of looking through the enormous amount of files and pictures before him, he stopped suddenly, staring down at the folder for a few seconds before looking back up to his partner again with a look that surpassed the initial one of bewilderment he showed when first opening the folder.
She just nodded her head. He looked back to the folder, holding the one picture in particular up slowly to eye level before speaking into the phone.
"Hon..Honey I gotta go. Yea I know, I know..Yeah we'll talk about it later, but I gotta go honey now."
She couldn't even get a goodbye out of her mouth before the receiver was almost slammed back to it's waiting base directly to his right on his desk. Lowering the picture back to his desk, he grasped it with both hands before letting go of it, watching it almost float back to the desk, now laying flat on the desk again. Before he could even say anything his partner leaned across the desk, took a few seconds to look around the squad room to make sure that there were no prying ears and eyes before going on. Making eye contact with him she went on, knowing he was confused about all of this and interested at the same time. When she finally spoke up the first thing out of her mouth was...
"Guess it's true what they say huh? The past always repeats itself. Know the past, know the future. "
He sat speechless, not knowing what exactly to say about what she had laid out in front of him a few minutes ago. But he did hear her words and the more he thought about it, the more he thought she was right too. The past. It DID always seem to resurface he thought. In his 13 years of law enforcement he had learned that much and more but..He never expected it to come back like this. And not with this particular former 'target of interest". Shaking his head his eyes shoot back down to the picture one more quick time before looking back up to his partner's baby blue eyes again.
"Alright Gordon, please tell me it's some sick ass Christmas joke..."
"Oh no. It's real, believe me. It's real. Hey don't look at me like that. I didn't start this gathering of information. That's from YOUR old buddy back at your old job. Don't shoot the messenger. He said you might wanna get in touch with some old....friends you know. You gotta admit though, looking through that file makes you wanna tackle this one now doesn't it?"
Leaning back into his chair again, his hand raised to find it's way back to his mouth covering it while swaying back and forth in his chair as he slightly nodded his head endlessly. Not like he was agreeing with her but more that he was in a thought process, not sure of what to do or to say. Before he can even say anything else she cuts back in.
"Why not go for it? How many years did you chase these guys around Marx? How many times did you come to me saying how it just burned you up that in a system that's supposed to be fair and just, guys like HIM and his family organization got away with murder. Literally sometimes. So what's the..."
"Can you say "easier said than done"?I'm not saying I don't want to. I'd be lying if I did. And really, the hell with wanting to, I probably NEED to. God knows someone does. That's not what I'm trying to say Gordon. It's not."
"Then what? You got evidence and just cause to investigate his every move, every relative and anything you would possibly want. We got explosions, missing bodies, people involved AND witnesses missing, and two people who are from families who are notoriously known for being underground juggernauts. Think of all of the times in the past they've gotten away Marx. "
"Think about that. Innocent lives lost and forgotten. People being "shut up" because they weren't afraid to stand up for what they believed was the right thing. There's no way in hell you've forgotten about them. I'm not saying the jury's in the bag and under our thumb but I'll be damned if it doesn't give us just cause to have it looked into."
"I know. It's just...Wait..Two people?"
She looks back down to the stack of pictures and documents in front of him nodding her head at it. Almost like she was telling him to look a bit closer. Quickly looking back to the pile in front of him, he begins searching through the files again, going further into the huge pile of pictures and such. A few seconds pass, and he comes across another picture that instantly caught his eye. Slowly his body almost fell to the back of the chair again, looking at the picture closely.
A young beautiful woman. She looked to be no older than her early twenties. Actually, he KNEW she wasn't any older than that. He had seen her face many, many times before. Yet it was so many years ago before now. But the picture in his hand showed that of a young and gorgeous woman. That in itself was enough to surprise him to no end.
But the big shocker was that she was aligned with the gentlemen in the picture now raising to eye level as well in his opposite hand. Holding both pictures up he looked to one and then back to the other one. Once more doing the same thing, before placing them both back in the center of his desk and looking to his partner again.
"Are you telling me that these two? If this is some sort of planned out powe..."
"I know, I know. I was thinking the same thing when I looked through it. Scary stuff isn't it? But be calm. Got a few friends at the Long Beach police department and they're saying that it's not that at least. Or in the highly unlikely case that it is, people are so scared shitless they're refusing to talk. Can't say I blame em'. But still. "
"Damn right but still. That's not every day you see people from two families like that...You know. I find it hard to believe that this is a coincidence Gordon. Just can't be. And neither are these assaults, disappearances and attempted murders either. I'm sorry. I know for a fact..."
Almost in a violent movement, he snatches the picture back up from the desk of the young man before going on. Almost in a split second.
"HE is involved someway. I can feel it in my gut Gordon. He comes from the scum of the earth. There's no way he's some fuckin' innocent bystander and he's damn sure not a victim. You have no idea...I just..."
"Alright, alright. I understand where you're coming from. I do. And you didn't even mention all of the past cases both families are connected to. Think about it. How much could be possibly put to rest with finally catching some real dirt on either one of these. And my guess is if these are the types of things happening lately, and he's involved? He must be back up to some old tricks or some family ones at least. And if their aligned like they look to be, someone's gonna end up talking. "
"Don't think so far ahead Gordon. Hell we don't even know where either of th..."
"Chicago. Well at least HE is. Did a little "field work" of my own. He's there, but her? Not sure yet. Can't be too far behind though. Look at them in the pictures. She'll be there. You can bet your ass she will."
He paused, looking across the desk to her before letting out a long sigh and placing his elbows on the desk in front of him, gripping both of his temples for a few seconds. His brain was swimming now. He had too much history with this family. Too much bad and violent history. Too many memories that still haunted him to this very day, kept him from truly ever resting at night and keeping him from every really getting close to his wife of ten years.
There were times in the life of men everywhere, where a decision needed to be made. A decision that could very well change the world for the better, if only it effects a small part OF the world even. This was one of those moments. All of those years of watching BOTH of these families almost leech off of society like a virus, sucking every environment dry they saw fit and moving on to the next. Over and over again. How many lives had been lose because of direct contact or conflict with them?
How many families were destroyed because of their operations or lust and greed for money and power? How many times were he and his former co-workers faced with the task of having to inform a mother that her son would never be coming home again. That she'd never see him again. That she'd never be able to touch her flesh and blood once again. Just how many lives had they negatively impacted during their years and years of treachery?
It ate him alive then and it ate him alive now to this day. As much as he tried to deny it, he couldn't. He never could and he couldn't now. He had to at least try. He had to at least try to give some closure and justice to the countless victims they had created, effected and left behind. He had to try to make a difference and to make up for when he couldn't do so in the past.
He looked back up to his partner, seeing her raise an eyebrow as if she was waiting for the inevitable answer. She knew him well and long enough to know what his answer would be. It was almost no reason to even say it.
"You know...We have no jurisdiction in Chicago right?"
"You're right. WE don't. But we DO have friends in Chicago who DO have jurisdiction. Call in a few favors?"