By Macsween
FADE IN
EXT. STREET. NIGHT
SUBTITLE: VADO NEW MEXICO
A SQUAD CAR pulls up outside an APARTMENT BLOCK. A lone COP, male, forties, exits the vehicle and looks up at the building.
INT. APARTMENT. FRONT ROOM. NIGHT
From behind a thick set of curtains a MALE, mid-thirties, wiry, sneaks a PEEK at the street. He is called Jay. He sees the cop car.
INT.APARTMENT BLOCK. COMMUNAL HALLWAY. NIGHT
The Cop's feet walking up the stairs.
INT. APARTMENT. LIVING ROOM. NIGHT
Jay nods to another MALE, 30, big with a nasty looking broken nose. BROKEN NOSE, fixes the zip on his pants and takes a scantily clad, terrified, YOUNG WOMAN, 21 into a back room. Jay turns over an upturned table and chairs, kicks some broken glass under the couch and turns up the TV to LOUD.
INT. APARTMENT BLOCK. COMMUNAL HALLWAY. NIGHT
The Cop's almost at the top of the stairs.
INT. APARTMENT. LIVING ROOM. NIGHT
Jay stands behind door. He takes a deep breath.
EXT. APARTMENT BLOCK. COMMUNAL HALLWAY. NIGHT
A hand knocking on the door. It opens. Jay smiles at the Cop.
COP
Evening, sir.
JAY
Yes, officer?
COP
There's been a call about a disturbance coming from this apartment.
JAY
No, nobody here has called.
COP
The caller wasn't from this apartment, sir.
(beat)
Is everything alright?
Jay doesn't answer.
COP(CONTINUED)
Sir.
JAY
Eh?
COP
Is everything alright?
JAY
Yes.
COP
The caller said something about a woman screaming.
JAY
No, no woman in there. Just me.
(beat)
(a half smile)
My wife's at the hospital. Graveyard Shift.
(beat)
(a more confident smile)
You must do a lot of those, Officer.
The Cop's looking through Jay into the apartment. He's not happy.
COP
Do you mind if I come in, sir?
JAY
(slightly hesitating)
I'd rather not. Kids are asleep.
COP
You said it was just you in there.
JAY
I mean't just me and the kids.
(nervously)
Sleeping so sound I forgot they were there.
COP
TV's loud. Not wake them?
JAY
Sound sleepers. Like their Old Man.
The Cop looks in the room some more.
COP
Listen, what's your name?
JAY
Adrian. It was probably the TV they heard.
COP
Look, Adrian. A call has been made about a disturbance in this apartment. I just want to check, I have to, the dispatchers will be on my ass all night if I don't give them a result, yeah. Then they'll call my sergeant, he'll haul me into the office and I'm bang in trouble. It's happened before.
(smiling)
I know everything will be alright, just the TV like it always is. I just wanna make sure. In, out, thirty seconds. Gone.
Jay glances into the apartment.
JAY
Okay, but be quiet; kids.
Cop puts a finger to his lips.
INT. APARTMENT. BEDROOM. NIGHT
Broken Nose holds his hand over Young Woman's mouth.
INT. APARTMENT. LIVING ROOM. NIGHT
Cop walking around the apartment. He checks around, nothing untoward. His boot crunches on glass.
JAY
Clumsy kids.
COP
I know that.
INT. APARTMENT. BEDROOM. NIGHT
Tears run down Young Woman's face.
INT. APARTMENT. LIVING ROOM. NIGHT
Jay's a little nervous.
JAY
Officer, I have work to...
COP
(seeing the closed door)
What's that room?
JAY
Kids.
(beat)
I'd rather you don't go in there.
COP
Why?
JAY
Sleeping.
COP
You open the door then.
JAY
Please. They'll be up all night if you wake them. I have work to do, I'll never get it done and then I'll be in trouble with my supervisors too.
INT. APARTMENT. BEDROOM. NIGHT
Young Woman tries to shout. The hand around her jaw tightens. She struggles but Broken Nose is too strong for her.
INT. APARTMENT. LIVING ROOM. NIGHT
The Cop approaches the bedroom door.
COP
(to Jay)
Go on, open it.
INT. APARTMENT. BEDROOM. NIGHT
Young Woman sees a glass on a small table. It's in reach. She kicks it hard. It smashes against the wall.
INT. APARTMENT. LIVING ROOM. NIGHT
The Cop hears it. It's all he needs. He pushes past Jay and opens the door and freezes. Young Woman struggles even more. The Cop goes for his gun. His eyes roll as a blade bursts out of his throat from behind. He makes a gargling sound as his hands scrape at his throat. She makes a muffled scream.
Jay pulls the blade out and nods to Broken Nose. The Cop falls to the floor.
He places his huge hand over her nose as well as her mouth and suffocates her. She's dropped to the floor beside Cop.
Jay takes a mobile phone from his pocket. He dials.
JAY
(into phone)
Hugo It's Jay. We need a new girl.
(beat)
By tomorrow. The Limey's are comin'.
FADE OUT
| Author Notes | Artwork by Liilia. |
By Macsween
Previously: A cop attending a disturbance call discoveres a girl being held against her will by two men. Both the girl and the cop are killed by the men. One of the killers, Jay, calls a contact to inform them of what's happened. Whoever it is requires another girl.
FADE IN
EXT. TOWN OF VADO. NIGHT
MONTAGE- VARIOUS LOCATIONS
-Fast food joints: KIDS hanging around.
-High School: closed until morning.
-7/11: CUSTOMERS buying items.
-Bars: people having good times apart from one DRUNK who is EJECTED by the BOUNCER.
-Strip Mall: closed to customers, a CAR pulls in to the parking lot.
EXT. PARKING LOT. MALL. NIGHT
Crime scene. TWO UNIFORMED COPS standing behind cordon tape, PEDESTRIANS trying to see what's going on, flashing lights from squad cars.
EXT. PARKING LOT. MALL. NIGHT
Lying in between two parked cars the body of the Young Woman from the apartment. She's fully clothed, apart from her feet which are bare. A FORENSIC PRACTITIONER takes pictures.
CLOSE UP TO HER FACE: DEEP PURPLE BRUISING AROUND JAW LINE.
INT. POLICE CAR. ROAD. MOVING. NIGHT
The RADIO in the dead Cop's Cruiser pings to life.
DISPATCHER (O.S)
Car Four come in.
Jay, wearing the dead Cop's shirt drives.
DISPATCHER (O.S)(CONTINUED)
Car Four, Car Four. Officer Perez do you copy?
EXT. PARKING LOT. MALL. NIGHT
The car pulls up. The lights are killed. A WOMAN, 33, dark pant suit, exits the vehicle. She has a badge on her belt. This is LIEUTENANT SARA VALERO. She approaches the crime scene. One of the Uniform raises the cordon tape.
COP #1
Evening, Ma'am.
VALERO
Hey.
COP #1
They're over at the red SUV.
VALERO
Thanks.
She walks off.
COP #1
(to his Partner)
I was at the Academy same time as her.
COP #2
Really?
COP #1
Acts like she doesn't know me.
COP #2
We all do that.
EXT. PARKING LOT. MALL. NIGHT
Valero approaches the crime scene.
MALE VOICE (O.S)
Lieutenant.
She turns around and sees a male, 36, slim build, dark hair graying at the sides, wearing a dark suit. This is DETECTIVE SERGEANT JUAN 'Jonny' GRASSO.
VALERO
What ya got for me, Jonny?
GRASSO
Same as I've always got.
VALERO
(looking at the body)
Shit.
GRASSO
No, a body.
VALERO
Excellent observations. Maybe one day you'll make detective.
GRASSO
(laughing)
I am a detective.
VALERO
I mean a good one.
GRASSO
(speaking like a hurt teen)
You know all your ragging is seriously bringing me down.
VALERO
Yeah right. Have forensics finished?
GRASSO
Not started yet. Angie's finishing up with the pictures.
(to Angie)
You done?
ANGIE
(taking picture, illuminated by camera flash)
Last one.
Grasso and Valero bend down next to the Body.
GRASSO
Our guy?
VALERO
Too early to tell.
(getting closer to body)
Same age. Close to where last one was found. She's fully clothed like the rest. Apart from that.
(looking at feet)
Shoes. Our guy leaves the shoes on.
GRASSO
In a parking lot too like the rest.
VALERO
Yeah.
GRASSO
Could be our guy. Might have changed M.O. with the shoes. Some do, you know throw us off the scent, you know like the last guy. What they call him again?
VALERO
The Dentist.
GRASSO
Yeah the tooth guy. He switched didn't he? Stopped pulling teeth and started leaving a different flower in the right hands. You're thinking she's different?
VALERO
I'm not feeling this one.
GRASSO
Think she was killed here or dumped.
VALERO
I'd say elsewhere, no drag marks on heels. Where are her shoes?
GRASSO
Could have been stolen.
VALERO
Could have.
(looking closer at feet)
Why steal shoes from a corpse? Bit risky. Cops find you with a dead girl's shoes, questions going to be asked.
GRASSO
Could have been stolen before she died.
VALERO
Sure.
GRASSO
Or maybe she's some flower power chick, in tune with nature, walking the ground at one with the cosmos; feeling the Earth's vibes, not damaging the sacred ground and all that other hippy shit they spew.
VALERO
That complaint from the Climate Campers still going on?
GRASSO
Six months strong, like I haven't got more important stuff to be worrying bout.
(to Angie)
Hey, you've been to the previous three crime scenes. What's your feelin'?
ANGIE
I've got a feeling that it is.
GRASSO
Really? Why?
ANGIE
Hunch. You must get those.
GRASSO
All I get is headaches and refused overtime. No, this isn't our guy. I'm callin' it.
ANGIE
You sure, Detective?
GRASSO
Hunch.
Valero walks a few meters away from the scene. She takes out her mobile.
VALERO
(into her phone)
Commander, it's Valero. Yeah, I'm at the scene. Could be, too early to tell.
(she looks around the lot)
Angie's finishing up with the pictures. The CSI guys are standing by. I'll update you with any findings. I'll type up a report for day shift. Sure, see ya.
She hangs up and goes back over to the crime scene.
VALERO
(to Grasso)
I'm going, Jonny. You got this?
GRASSO
As always. Going home?
VALERO
Got a few inquiries.
GRASSO
Cool. You on tomorrow night?
VALERO
Same shift as you.
(to Angie)
See ya, Ang.
Valero walks off and gets into her car. She starts the engine and pulls out onto the road.
EXT. ROAD. NIGHT
Three POWERFUL MOTORBIKES, HARLEY'S, ROAR along the dusty road. Their riders, FULL PATCHES from the GUERREROS AZTECA MOTORCYCLE CLUB burn up the road.
Their patch:
-TOP ROCKER: GUERREROS AZTECA, green letters on white background.
-CENTRE PATCH: a figurine of the Aztec God of War- HUITZILOPOCHTLI- wielding a snake-headed club.
-BOTTOM ROCKER: MESILLA VALLEY, green letters on white background.
ON THE LEFT SIDE OF THE VEST: a CURVED ROCKER indicating CHAPTER. In this case the chapter is VADO: WHITE LETTERS ON GREEN BACKGROUND.
INT. CAR. NIGHT
Valero drives along the dark road listening tunes from the radio, the only light on the road coming from her car's headlamps. She drags on a cigarette, periodically blowing smoke out of the window.
Behind her: LIGHTS APPROACHING- she notices. Feeling a little uneasy she checks the holster under her arm. A few more drags and the lights are almost on her, then they are. The bikes GROWL as they fly by, grit and gravel pinging off the windshield.
EXT. ROAD. NIGHT
One of the Bikers looks back, then looks back at the road again. He RIPS the THROTTLE and they all speed off.
INT. CAR. NIGHT
Valero watches the light from the bikes shrink and disappear. She tosses the cigarette out of the window and lights another.
EXT. ROAD. NIGHT. LATER
The Bikes pull up in a car park of a building which is located a few meters from the road. This is the CLUBHOUSE of the Vado Chapter of the Guerreros Azteca Motorcycle Club.Their patch painted twenty feet across the front wall. They want people to know who they are.
Parked out front a row of BIKES. The expensive machines aren't guarded. Anybody with half a brain knows what happens if you steal from these guys. There is, above the front door and pointed at the steps, a couple of CCTV cameras. All entrants are checked out before passage is allowed.
The Bikers kill the engines, take off their helmets and approach the building.
EXT. STREET. NIGHT
Valero drives.
DISPATCHER (O.S)
Car Four, you copy?
VALERO
Car Four where are you?
DISPATCHER (O.S)
Officer Perez do you copy? Mike,you out there buddy? Anybody seen or know where Car Four is?
MALE VOICE #1 (O.S)
Negative.
MALE VOICE #2 (O.S)
Negative.
FEMALE VOICE (O.S)
That's a negative.
DISPATCHER (O.S)
I can't raise Mike. Anybody near his last assigned, Orchid Way?
VALERO
Valero. I'm on the Four Seven Eight south of Singh Road. I'll buzz by.
DISPATCHER (O.S)
Thanks, Lieutenant. Apartment 46 A. Disturbance. Anybody free to back up the Lieutenant?
FEMALE VOICE (O.S)
Show Mak attending.
DISPATCHER (O.S)
Thanks Elsa.
Valero looks over to her left and sees the Clubhouse as she drives past. She sees the Bikers who sped past her walk up the steps, she slows then speeds off.
FADE OUT
| Author Notes |
Artwork by Liilia with thanks.
Next part coming soon. |
By Macsween
Previously
A young woman's body is discovered in a parking lot. Detective Liutenant Sara Valero and Detective Sergeant Jonny Grasso work the scene, meanwhile Despatch tries to contact Officer Perez unaware that he has been killed on his last call.
FADE IN
INT. GUERREROS AZTECA CLUBHOUSE. NIGHT
The Bikers walk along a hallway. On the walls framed pictures: of CLUB MEMBERS; parties, bike rally's, road trips through the desert- mesas casting shadows against the setting sun; MEN embracing in brotherly love; other CLUBS partying, all looking happy, no aggro: the PROUD HISTORY of the Vado Chapter.
They walk and reach a set of double doors, and they're through into the Clubhouse proper. It looks like a bar: a stage-complete with stripper pole, tables and chairs set out on a dance floor and along one wall a massive well stocked bar. Hanging, from thick chains, over the bar, a PRISTINE HARLEY DAVIDSON SOFTAIL- it's owner, the former Club President ten years dead but still held in high esteem.
The Clubhouse is empty bar three people-as per Chapter rules: RULE 5- THREE PEOPLE IN CLUBHOUSE AT ALL TIMES- sitting at the bar the Club PRESIDENT- TONY 'DOZER' RIBIERIO- the top dog; SERGEANT-AT-ARMS- MIKE 'PANHEAD' ALVAREZ- responsible for discipline among members and PROSPECT- CHARLES 'CHIP' BISTRAM- general dogsbody. Dozer and Panhead sit at the bar drinking. Chip is barman for the night, as per his rank.
DOZER
(sees the new arrivals)
Strippers are here.
The biggest of the two newbies, a ferocious looking full patch called HUGO 'CRAZY H' RAMOS,33, opens his vest and does a little dance.
CRAZY H
Don't forget the ten dollar bills.
DOZER
(laughing)
What I get for ten dollars?
Crazy H's companion, a small muscular man, 26, called DONALD 'GONZO' HARPER answers before Crazy H.
GONZO
Anything you want.
They all laugh. Crazy H and Gonzo hit the bar.
CHIP
What you guys want?
GONZO
Beer me up.
CRAZY H
Mismo.
Chip cracks open a couple of cold ones and slides them along the bar. They are downed in seconds. Before they can ask for another Chip has slid two fresh ones towards them.
CRAZY H
Thanks, brother.
DOZER
So, did Jay say what happened?
CRAZY H
She was up for it at first then he told her that there'd be at least three guys and she bolts. You shoulda heard the call, he was oh so serious, "Hugo, it's Jay. We need a new girl." Man, I though he'd killed her.
DOZER
He couldn't kill a spider. So, she just left.
CRAZY H
Apparently so. Don't blame her. Would you want to suck a lime?
DOZER
I would not.
CRAZY H
And he said he gave her half the money.
DOZER
You gotta be kiddin' me. What for?
CRAZY H
Said he felt it was the right thing to do.
DOZER
For doing nothing?
CRAZY H
Seems that way.
DOZER
That fucking guy. Been hanging around for months asking to help out and when I give him a job he fucks it up. Get some girls for a party to entertain some friends I said. How simple is that? Last time he works for us.
PANHEAD
Yeah, tell him not to come around here no more.
DOZER
(to Crazy H)
Did he at least give you the other half of the green back?
CRAZY H
No. Can't find him.
PANHEAD
He split?
CRAZY H
Not answering calls.
PANHEAD
Keep trying. Leave one message saying that all we want is the cash back.If he doesn't get back. Put the word out.
CRAZY H
Affirmative.
DOZER
We still need some entertainment for the English boys. They're gonna be here in less than twenty four. I've told them we've got some action for them.
GONZO
Want someone to go get some more?
DOZER
Obviously.
(to Crazy H and Gonzo)
You two. It's short notice, so pick up a few meth-head's from Sequoia Drive. Three will probably cost what that first one wanted anyway.
PANHEAD
And get good ones. Not some strung out tweakers.
CRAZY H
Cool.
DOZER
Or ones that are dissolving.
CRAZY H
Now?
DOZER
Finish your beer first. They arrive tomorrow night. Have it set up for then. Take the money out the club funds, tell Red I said it was okay. And be back for church at ten.
EXT. STREET. NIGHT
Valero pulls up at the apartment block. She looks around. No cop car. She kills the engine and lights up a cigarette.
Officer Mak pulls up beside her. She gets out and approaches the Lieutenant's car.
MAK
Hey, Lieutenant.
VALERO
Hi, Elsa.
MAK
You ready?
VALERO
Sure.
INT. HALLWAY. NIGHT
Mak knocks the door. There is a pause as nothing happens. Mak tries again. Same.
VALERO
Neighbors.
Mak knocks on a few doors. One opens but only as far as the chain will let it. Half a FEMALE face appears in the crack.
MAK
Hello. Police, sorry to bother you. You hear a disturbance earlier? Seen a cop?
FEMALE OCCUPANT
No, no police.
MAK
Was earlier on? Huh?
FEMALE OCCUPANT
No, no police here.
The door is slammed shut.
MAK
Thank you for your time.
(to Valero)
They never answer around here. Any luck?
VALERO
(listening at door)
Nada. Can't hear anything.
MAK
Wanna go in?
Valero smiles. Mak takes a step back.
MAK
I've got the boots on.
VALERO
(raising a hand)
Let's try the door first.
(turning the handle)
(as the door opens)
Bingo.
She pushes the door open. Both stand on the threshold observing the room. They draw their guns, nod to each other and enter.
POV-VALERO
The apartment is clean, everything looks as if its in its right place. No broken glass, no upturned tables and chairs, beds made, kitchen clean and most importantly: no bodies.
MAK
No disturbance here then.
VALERO
No. Doesn't mean there wasn't one. Let's go. We'll sent someone tomorrow to talk to the natives.
They start to leave. Vaslero stops. She crouches down and looks at the floorboards.
MAK
See something?
VALERO
You got a bit of paper?
Mak takes her notebook out, tears a piece of paper and hands it to Valero. She slides down the gap in-between two floorboards. She slowly brings it back up. The stark white of the paper is streaked with CONGEALED BLOOD.
MAK
Shit.
VALERO
Call control. We need more bodies and forensics, photo and swab.
MAK
On it.
VALERO
(looking at blood on paper)
I hope this isn't you Mike.
INT. CLUBHOUSE PICTS MOTORCYCLE CLUB. LONDON. DAY
The Picts Motorcycle Club took their name from the ancient, ferocious Scottish tribe the PICTS, immortalized in British history for their, brave but foolish, defiance against the might of Rome two thousand years before.
Similar to the Guerrero Azteca Clubhouse (these groups are all like minded) this place is designed with entertainment in mind, not to mention its as flashy as a pimps grills. Black leather stools set neatly around polished tables with the Picts MC logo: a grinning severed warrior head superimposed on two CLAYMORE SWORDS in a ST ANDREW'S CROSS, just like the flag of Scotland. On one side, a long bar with multiple beer taps. Behind it a well stocked bar. The other, a stage with stripper poles, drums, guitars and speakers and on the wall behind a massive flag of the club logo. Another wall: a selection of kuttes, framed- trophies and conquests of clubs smashed and taken over, vests ripped from the backs of the fallen and smashed. The final wall covered in framed photographs showing the club's history.
Sitting, at one of the tables, the club hierarchy: PRESIDENT- DAVID CONVAL, 44; VICE-PRESIDENT- FRANK BOONE, 38: SECRETARY- BRIAN 'HOOPS' HOOPER-GREENHILL, 59 and SERGEANT-AT-ARMS GARRY 'GAZ' CRICHTON, 27.
They wear their club patches:
TOP ROCKER- the word PICTS in royal blue runic lettering on white background.
CENTER PATCH- a grinning severed warrior head superimposed on two CLAYMORE SWORDS in a ST ANDREW'S CROSS with small M.C patch, royal blue on white.
BOTTOM ROCKER- the word LUNNAINN (London in Gaelic) in royal blue runic lettering on white background.
HOOPS
I've booked you guys a flight from Heathrow to El Paso Texas with a stopover in Dallas for a few hours. No direct flights I'm afraid. The Guerreros Azteca boys will meet you in El Paso.
GAZ
I thought we were going to Mexico.
CONVAL
New Mexico numb nuts.
GAZ
Oh. No airports in New Mexico?
HOOPS
There are. You can fly to Albuquerque if you want, but there's a three and a half hour drive to Vado from there.
GAZ
Fuck that shit.
HOOPS
El Paso is the closest airport which you can fly to from London.
BOONE
How far to the meet from there?
HOOPS
About forty five minutes. If traffic is clear.
CONVAL
Cool, brother. They say how many meeting us?
HOOPS
Yeah, Dozer said he's sending three of their guys. They'll pick you up in a bus.
GAZ
One of those big yellow ones?
BOONE
What?
GAZ
You know those yellow ones you see in movies?
CONVAL
School bus?
GAZ
No, the yellow ones.
BOONE
Those are the school ones you dozy twat.
GAZ
Eh? Na.
HOOPS
They are; trust me, lets move on, yeah?
GAZ
Cool cool.
HOOPS
Can we talk like adults now?
GAZ
Shoot.
HOOPS
I've gone through the itinerary with Dozer. After the pick-up they'll take you to the Clubhouse to meet the management.
CONVAL
Just the management?
HOOPS
Yeah, at first. They'll talk to you about the prospect of our possible union. All going good should take a coupla hours. Now according to Dozer they're not to keen on patching over to us.
GAZ
Who wouldn't want to patch over to us?
HOOPS
Like us they have a proud history. Brother's can't give that up.
BOONE
True.
GAZ
Yeah, but they wouldn't give a fuck about us givin' up our history to patch over to them.
HOOPS
They'll listen to what you have to say, but my guess is they'll ask us to join them.
GAZ
Like fuck we will.
BOONE
What are their numbers?
HOOPS
(checking notebook)
They have eighteen chapters in seven states, mostly around the south: New Mexico, Texas, Oklahoma, Mississippi, Arkansas and a couple further north in Kentucky and Illinois. They're looking to expand into Ohio, Pennsylvania and New York but have met some resistance.
BOONE
So less than us.
GAZ
So they join us. Simple.
HOOPS
Yeah, but they've got almost as many guys. Some of their chapters go forty, fifty guys.
CONVAL
Shit. I thought we were big with twenty eight guys.
BOONE
What about bad shit?
HOOPS
Some.
BOONE
We gonna walk into anything over there?
HOOPS
Shouldn't. If something goes off you guys should be okay as we're not part of the American scene. As we're international guests all clubs, hostile to them or not, should give us due respect and dxpect it in return.
BOONE
Any names, just in case?
HOOPS
Dozer wouldn't go into too much detail, one clubs bad shit is one clubs bad shit.I found an article on the internet. Apparently some of their guys have had a few run ins with a crew called Craneos MC.
GAZ
What does that mean.
BOONE
Skulls. I did Spanish at school.
HOOPS
After the meeting the time is yours, but from what Dozer was saying, it looks like it's going to get messy.
GAZ
Fine by me. As long as I can get my end away with some hot chicks I don't give a shit.
CONVAL
You're an animal Crichton.
GAZ
I'm only copying you.
They all laugh.
INT. APARTMENT. FRONT ROOM. NIGHT
A UNIFORMED POLICE OFFICER stands guard outside the flat. A CSI takes samples from the floor. Valero talks to CAPTAIN HANK THOMPSON, 52. He looks disheveled,like he's just woken up and put on something which has been in the laundry pile for days.
THOMPSON
I'd kill for a coffee.
VALERO
I've got one of the uniform on it.<.D>
THOMPSON
Witnesses?
VALERO
None.
THOMPSON
CCTV?
VALERO
On the front communal door.
THOMPSON
Broken?
VALERO
Bingo.
THOMPSON
Neigbours?
VALERO
Unhelpful.
THOMPSON
Usual?
VALERO
Usual.
THOMPSON
Well, Detective, we're in quite a pickle. Neighbors don't want to help, no witnesses that we know of, no CCTV and no cruiser.
VALERO
I've arranged to have day shift come back and do door to door. Some people here work nights.
THOMPSON
Good.
VALERO
I've got every spare unit out looking for Perez's car. I've got in touch with City Hall, told them to hold off on any garbage collections until we tell them otherwise.
THOMPSON
They won't like that.
VALERO
They didn't and I don't care. Could be a clue in one of those stink boxes.
THOMPSON
Anything else?
VALERO
I've got guys checking the waste disposal chute and trash cans, oh and I've asked for phone records from the land line on quick time.
THOMPSON
What about his team?
VALERO
Captain?
THOMPSON
Anybody talk with his watch? You know, has he been acting strange? Said anything? What's his home life like? Has he run up gambling dets? Smoking glass? Cheating on the wife?
VALERO
Elsa Mak seems to know him quite well. They were partnered up when she was a rookie.
THOMPSON
She here?
VALERO
Doing door to door.
THOMPSON
Have a word. Anything will help.
VALERO
Sure.
THOMPSON
So the call here was a disturbance. Anybody spoke to the caller?
VALERO
Tried. All we're hearing is the sound of silence. The people around here don't and won't talk.They call it in and leave the rest to us.
THOMPSON
What's wrong with these people?
VALERO
Some people just don't like us.
EXT. DESERT. NIGHT
Jay turns down a dirt road. He drives for a minute, then stops. He gets out. he's the only person for miles around. He's wearing jeans on his bottom half. He takes the Cop's shirt off, tosses it on the front passenger seat, crumples up some newspaper, throws it in the front passenger foot well and lights it. He stands back as the fire takes hold of the paper
| Author Notes |
Artwork by Liilia with thanks.
Note for those who have read the previous chapter. I have made a slight change. Instead Perez's car being left unattended on the street, Jay now drives it away from the scene wearing the cop's shirt. This is to fit into the coming continuity. I have also changed the MC from Guerrero Azteca to Guerreros Azteca as it sounds better, and would be written, in plural as they are many. |
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