by John Stone
“No!” John grabbed Damianos and pulled him back.
Damianos struggled for a moment, in a state of rage.
“They were just kids! All those people you killed! They were just kids!” Damianos roared but couldn't break free of his partner's bind.
The two killers began to laugh together—a demented hysterical laugh.
“No,” John repeated, this time no louder than a whisper beside Damianos ear. “I want to too but we're better than that. We're better.”
Damianos looked around. There were so many faces looking at him. Not just the two killers or the duo of Feds. People spread all around the street, drawn to the public commotion. They looked interested and attentive but also scared and confused. Their lives had been interrupted for a moment by violence on the streets. They didn't know the reason, they didn't care. All that mattered was making them feel safe—and he couldn't do that by beating a man to death in front of them.
“...you're right.” Damianos said, struggling for breath.
The grip on his torso loosened and he was freed of his partner's hold. The urge to strike the two snickering businessmen was still very present but he kept himself in check; he had to.
“Go ahead,” Anders said, running his hands through his hair. “Arrest us. You have no proof we were at all responsible for...whatever it is you think we are responsible for.”
“We'll see,” John said. “Agent, we're not in San Diego...do you mind?”
Special Agent Silverstone smirked, knowing that Damianos and John couldn't arrest them in Nevada and stepped forward, pulling out two pairs of handcuffs.
“Gladly.” Silverstone said simply.
“You're all so stupid...” Capelins laughed when the cuffs were being put on. “You think all you want that we're done but I can promise you we're not. They were stupid. You're stupid. We're not. In the end...we're just cleverer than you.”
“Will you shut up already?” Damianos rubbed his head, kneeling down to where the two men were being restrained. “You want to make a smart decision right now, gentlemen? A smart person would find a really, really good lawyer.”
**
It was a week later when Damianos received a call from Special Agent Silverstone. Frankly, he'd never wanted to have to hear that man's pompous voice again but decided to accept hearing it once more if it meant good news.
“They were released on bail, detective.”
Now he really wished he hadn't heard Silverstone's voice again.
“So all we can do is trust the court to do the right thing and lock these psychos up, then?” Damianos asked, groaning.
“Just about. They're all lawyered up and ready to see if they can outsmart a judge and jury. I guess this is the real test to see just how smart they are. It was nice working with you, detective.”
“Let's be honest, Special Agent Silverstone...” Damianos made sure to emphasize 'special'. “...it really wasn't.”
With that, Damianos hung up and swore to himself that he would listen to his captain from now on and not let the Feds steal all of the glory.
**
The birds rose and swayed in the breeze, not dictated to stay on the ground. They could go do what they pleased and soar as high as their bodies would allow. They had no specific location, easily able to never be stuck in one spot, truly free inside of the world.
Damianos had never really noticed how beautiful they were until that moment—sitting on a bench with his Aunt Rose, drinking coffee and staring up at the sky.
“It's terrible that they're even letting them out on bail,” Rose said, shaking her head. “That was one of the most horrible things I've ever seen, Andre...and I lived through the seventies.”
“I know,” Damianos said, taking a sip of coffee. “I'm sorry your bird-watching weekend had such an absolutely terrible ending.”
“I never thought I'd be disgusted by the sight of birds but those crows were...gross.” Rose said, snickering.
The bright side to you having to see something like that was that you really did play a big part in bringing guys down.”
“Funny how the world works. It was the crows really. They showed me where the body was. Finally my bird-watching comes in handy, eh?”
“Yeah,” Damianos laughed. “Who would have guessed?”
“It's hard seeing that everyday isn't it, Andre? The bodies and all of that?” Rose asked after a moment.
Damianos didn't quite know how to answer that but he tried with the first thing that came into his head.
“...yes.”
There had always been the love of family between aunt and nephew but for the first time in all of the years they had known each other, they truly understood one another. So they continued to just sit in silence, sipping on coffee—watching and envying the birds in the sky.
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Booklist
A list of other horror suspense books published by John Stone:
http://www.amazon.com/Ghost-Spirits-Thriller-Mystery-Supernatural-ebook/dp/B00H1FBFLU/ref=sr_1_26?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1429889928&sr=1-26&keywords=ghost
http://www.amazon.com/Ghost-Thriller-Mystery-Supernatural-Spirit-ebook/dp/B00JDJ07C0/ref=sr_1_19?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1429889858&sr=1-19&keywords=ghost
http://www.amazon.com/Renovations-Horror-Suspense-novella-Damianos-ebook/dp/B01621S386/ref=sr_1_46?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1443809247&sr=1-46&keywords=horror+suspense
http://www.amazon.com/Foot-Race-Suspense-novella-Damianos-ebook/dp/B018HT2QCA/ref=sr_1_41?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1448695535&sr=1-41&keywords=horror+suspense