Death of the C C K Killer

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by Victor Wofford Sr


  “Hey, turn the sports radio back on, I wanna see if I won on the game I bet on tonight,” Danny said, trying to get comfortable in his seat, messing with the adjustments.

  “You turn the radio on, I gotta keep my eyes on the road, you know, in case we get shot at or chased, or something,” Jake said, looking sideways at Danny.

  “Oh okay, Mr. Race Car Driver,” Danny said laughing, and he turned the radio to the sports station.

  The rest of the trip back to the airport was uneventful until they heard the breaking news on the radio station, the radio host seemed to be genuinely surprised by what he was about to announce.

  “Wow! I was just given a report that says the infamous C.C.K Killer has been killed in a shootout with Police, at the home of Senate candidate Ed Daniels. No other details have been released. Our thoughts and prayers are with the Daniel’s family that everyone is alright. I am sure we will provide further details as they come in, this is a truly shocking story, now back to our sports updates,” the sports show host said, and the show transitioned from the breaking news back to sports. When the sportscast resumed, Danny realized the breaking news had come on just as the sports scores update played, and he missed the score on the game he had bet on.

  “Motherfu..,” Danny begin to say when Jake interrupted him.

  “Hey, you eat out of that mouth?”

  “Oh yeah, sorry.”

  Barry just sat there looking a bit puzzled at the censorship that Jake put on Danny. He guessed Jake saw his look of bewilderment as he kept checking the rear-view mirror and decided to give him a bit of clarity.

  “I gotta keep an eye on this guy’s mouth, we’re getting ready to play some ball in our church league, and a slip up would be fucking embarrassing, you know?”

  “Yeah, I understand.”

  While they continued to drive to the airport, they saw a firetruck and a few Police cars speeding by other cars on the other side of the freeway. The rest of the ride was quiet while they listened to sports radio until Danny discovered he lost his bet and the curse words flowed freely.

  Chapter 24

  I Can`t Believe That Just Happened

  “Hello, Sam speaking,” Sam said, answering her phone and turning the radio down.

  Hutch just sat quietly and listened to the engine purr, while Sam drove and talked.

  “Yes, I’m a Detective, Brookhaven P.D., okay, I understand now. Yes, Andrea is my Aunt, I would greatly appreciate it, thank you,” Sam said, and she hung up the phone.

  “What was that all about, everything okay?” Hutch asked, looking at Sam.

  “Yeah, Andrea got pulled over,” Sam said, laughing.

  “Let me guess, she was speeding, but who’s Andrea?”

  “Andrea is Boss Lady, and she was speeding, no ticket, but she’ll get the warning you were so concerned about giving her earlier today,” Sam said, and she and Hutch laughed.

  While Sam and Hutch laughed about the day’s earlier events, Mike the banker who had tried to have Sue’s car repossessed was having a cold beer and some wings to wind down his day, what Mike didn’t know is that his day was far from being over.

  “Can I get you anything else?” The waitress said as she came over to his table.

  “Just the check,” Mike said, picking up his glass and drinking the last of his beer.

  “Okay, I’ll be right back,” the waitress said, leaving the table to go finalize Mike’s check.

  Mike sat there, waiting on his check, and he noticed his waitress had a nice ass, but what he hadn’t noticed was two other customers get up and leave. One of those customers went outside and got into an S.U.V. while the other one was in an old Camaro, eating a bagel with honey mustard sauce. When Mike came outside and walked over to his car, he paid no attention to the S.U.V. pulling out in front of him; maybe if Mike were as smart as he believed himself to be, he would have noticed that he was being followed. He had been followed the last few days before tonight. When Mike left the parking lot of the restaurant and got to the stoplight, he sat there waiting on the light to change. He was looking on his phone and pulled forward when the light turned green. The driver in the S.U.V in front of him suddenly slammed on the brakes causing Mike to rear-end him, just as he was liking a post on a friend’s Social media page.

  “Oh shit, that didn’t just happen, I know that didn’t just happen,” Mike said, and he got out of his car and put his phone away.

  “What the Hell? Why’d you stop?” Mike asked angrily.

  “Why’d you hit me? You didn’t see that cat run out in front of me?” Deck said.

  “I didn’t see any cat,” Mike said, and he looked around to double-check.

  “Don’t look around now, you shouldn’t have been right on my bumper and you damn sure shouldn’t have been on your phone.”

  “I wasn’t on my phone,” Mike said, looking away from Deck, knowing he was lying.

  “Look, man, let’s get out of the street before we both get hit,” Deck said, and Mike nodded his head in agreement, and got back in his car and followed Deck to the side of the road.

  “Look, man, you hit me, end of story,” Deck said when he got out and walked back to Mike’s car, picking up the argument where they left off.

  Deck and Mike went back and forth about who was at fault for a minute or so, but what Mike hadn’t noticed was Polo coming up from behind him with a rag full of chloroform. Polo slipped the rag right over Mike’s face, and he was out cold before he ever knew what happened. Polo and Deck quickly put Mike in the back seat of the S.U.V. and drove away, while Polo followed Deck in Mike’s car. They pulled into an alley, administered another dose of the chloroform and put a tube down Mike’s throat and proceeded to pour an entire bottle of vodka down his throat.

  “You think that’s enough?”

  “I think so, but we can pour another one down the hatch just to be on the safe side,” Polo said, and he pulled another bottle out and started to pour.

  “I know that would do it for me, for sure, my ass would be lit,” Deck said, and he laughed.

  “No doubt, I would be on straight tilt,” Polo said laughing.

  Polo drove Mike’s car to the spot where they had planned to finish this evening's events while he listened to the radio and all the broadcasts of the death of the C.C.K Killer. Polo and Deck finally reached the spot and made sure everything was ready. They put Mike behind the wheel after Polo had gotten out and left the car in neutral.

  “Okay, let’s get this done,” Polo said, while Mike was getting seat belted in by Deck.

  Deck closed the door and had to reach across Mike so he could put the car in drive, and aim the car in the direction it needed to go. Deck got the car in drive but got stuck in the window when the car started to roll forward.

  “Polo, help me, I’m stuck.”

  “Oh Hell,” Polo said as he ran over to the car and pulled Deck out of the window and they both fell to the ground.

  When Polo and Deck got up, they watched the car roll slowly forward toward three parked Police cars that happened to stop at the same donut shop every night about this time. The car crashed into one of the Police cars with a crunching of metal and breaking of plastic and glass that was louder than they expected it would be. The Police officers ran outside with their guns drawn to see what happened, one Officer had a donut in one hand and his gun in the other which made Polo have to cover his mouth, and he ducked back behind the building he and Deck were hiding behind. Deck saw Polo trying to contain his laughter, so he peeked around the corner to see what was going on. Deck saw the Officers pull Mike out of the car and he overheard them saying the guy was drunk as a skunk.

  “Mission accomplished,” Deck said, and he got in the S.U.V. and drove back to the scene of the accident so Polo could pick up the Camaro.

  Barry had settled in nicely while the Baby Boom got up to cruising altitude when he got a text message, he knew it couldn’t be Karen because he had already told her he was on his way back unless something was
wrong, he thought, and he looked at the message.

  “Looks like somebody got a little tipsy and decided to go for a drive, what a shame,” the message read and then there was a picture of a car crashed into a Police cruiser, followed by another picture of a guy in handcuffs. He laughed to himself and thought how he could have killed the asshole, but he bet Mike wished he was dead at the moment. While Barry was laughing to himself and thinking that Mike was going to have a lot of drama to get through over the next few months, his phone vibrated again, this time he gave no thought as to who could be texting him, he just looked at the message.

  “By the way, the building is just about done. It will be completed by the time you get back. We’re putting a few touches on it,” the text message read.

  Barry sent back a smiley face with the glasses and laid back to rest as he discovered he was a little sore from being tossed around in the car during the chase. The last thing he heard before he was overtaken by sleep was that the Senator would be holding a press conference in the morning about the killing of the C.C.K Killer. When the flight attendant woke him up the plane was getting ready to land.

  “Sorry to disturb you sir, but we are on final approach,” the stewardess said.

  “Thank you, was I snoring?” Barry said because he felt his throat was dry.

  “Just a little, not loud enough to disturb anyone,” the stewardess said as she smiled.

  “Sorry,” Barry said, and he looked out the window and got his little bag ready to get off the airplane.

  Barry checked his phone and saw he had missed a few text messages, one from Corey, one from Karen and one his other phone, which he knew was the Senator. The messages from Karen and Corey were checking on him, which he let them know he had been asleep but was almost home. The message from the Senator was about what Barry imagined it to be.

  “Last night’s performance was magnificent, the audience loved it and were begging for more, too bad it was the final performance, I also have a proposition on a certain piece of real estate, we will talk soon.”

  Barry sent a happy face reply back, and to his surprise, he got a smiley face reply, the one with the glasses. Barry had to laugh when he thought about the Senator pushing the button to send that message back to him. He imagined the Senator one day sending him the little guy crying he was laughing so hard and got his thought interrupted when the wheels touched the ground and the engines roared as the plane started to slow down and then taxi into a private hangar. He was always aware of his surroundings, even though he had gotten comfortable with his dealings with the Senator. He looked out the window, and the same black sedan that had picked him up from the hotel was there, along with the same driver. When he approached the car, and the driver opened the door, he smiled and said hello.

  “Good morning sir, I hope you had a pleasant flight,” the driver said, and Barry sat in the back seat.

  “Yes, great flight, I have to do it again soon.”

  “Good to hear sir, I will have you back to the hotel shortly,” the driver said, and he closed the door.

  When Barry got back to the hotel, he was surprised to see Karen, Corey, and Aunt Ledley all waiting for him when he walked into the hotel lobby.

  “Hey! Here he is,” Aunt Ledley said when Barry walked in the door.

  Everyone came over and greeted him, but he saw Karen giving him the once over to be sure he was in one piece.

  “Good morning, everyone,” he said, and he kissed Karen and hugged her.

  “Everything good?” Corey asked, raising his eyebrows a little.

  “Yes, excellent.”

  “Good,” Aunt Ledley said, letting a bit of a sigh out.

  “Yes, great but I know you must be tired and hungry,” Karen said, rubbing on Barry’s back while she stood next to him.

  “Not so much tired as hungry,” Barry said as he felt his stomach starting to growl.

  “Good, let’s go eat. Do they have grits in Europe?”

  “No, they stop them at the border,” Karen said, trying to look serious and not laugh.

  “I thought so, I was rolling around looking for a Waffle House the other day and couldn’t find one,” Corey said, looking truly disgusted.

  “Corey, it’s too early,” Aunt Ledley said as she raised her hand to hit him.

  “What?” Corey said as he put his hands up to block an incoming blow.

  “You’re in Europe looking for a Waffle House in a Ferrari, you need to quit,” Aunt Ledley said as Karen and Barry laughed.

  While Barry was laughing, he noticed people rushing through the lobby and starting to gather around the television monitors in the lobby. When three young guys were walking by, Barry stopped them to ask what was happening.

  “Excuse me,” he said, and he tapped one of the guys on the shoulder.

  “Yes sir,” the young man said with a heavy British accent.

  “What’s going on?” Barry said as he pointed at the television monitor the young guys were headed toward.

  “Oh, that politician fellow Senator Fueller is going to speak about that C.C.K. wankster,” the young guy said, and he hurried off to catch up to his friends.

  “I think I’m going to watch this press conference, I already had some coffee and a cheese Danish, so I’m good on breakfast,” Aunt Ledley said, and she walked toward the gathering crowd.

  “Okay, we’ll catch up with you later,” Karen said, while she watched Aunt Ledley walk over to the crowd gathering around the television monitors to hear the Senator speak.

  “Wow, I can’t believe he got caught,” Karen said, looking truly shocked.

  “I can’t believe that people over here care so much, I figured only America knew about the C.C.K Killer, not the whole World,” Corey said, looking at the crowd of people.

  “Yeah, the guy was a World-wide subject of interest, to say the least,” Barry said, thinking of how that could be him, and not the guy he met in the back of the car briefly.

  Chapter 25

  Death of the C.C.K. Killer

  While Barry, Karen, and Corey continued their discussion of the C.C.K. Killer’s World-wide popularity, the Senator was getting ready to exploit that interest in the form of a press conference that was being televised across the globe.

  “Senator, please hold still just a moment longer,” the young lady applying cover up to the Senator’s face said.

  “Sorry, I just got a congratulatory text message from the President,” the Senator said, looking at his phone.

  “Really? Wow, that’s great, can you tell him I said hello?” the young lady said, and she stopped applying make-up momentarily and looked at the phone as if the President was going to pop out of it.

  “What’s your name?” The Senator said as he looked at his phone.

  “Huh?”

  “Your name?”

  “Jenn,” the young lady said, looking very happy.

  “Jenn what?” The Senator asked, looking at Jenn with his phone in his hand.

  “Oh, Caruso,” Jenn said as she realized the Senator was asking for her last name.

  The Senator punched in a quick message back to the President as one of the producers came into the room.

  “Senator, you’re on in less than a minute,” the producer said, as he rushed in and out of the room, which brought the make-up artist back to life and back to patting and dabbing make-up on the Senator’s face.

  “Okay Senator, you look fabulous,” Jenn said, and she looked happy about the work she had done.

  “Thank you, and you smell fantastic, what are you wearing?”

  “Happy,” Jenn said as she smiled.

  “Well you made me happy today, and my wife will be happy in the next day or so, because I will pick up a bottle or two for her and by the way, the President says hello,” the Senator said and he showed her the text message from the President, saying her full name.

  The Senator saw her mouth drop open as he walked away and then he heard, “Oh my God,” as he stepped from behind a curta
in into a sea of lights. The Senator had gone over this moment many times in his mind, but now it was real. The Senator and his task force, the two F.B.I. Agents, Harold and Marone, sat down to brief the press on the investigation and capture or killing of the infamous C.C.K. Killer.

  “Senator! Tom Symonds, Daily Gazette, is it true that your rival Ed Daniels was killed in last night’s shoot out?” Tom asked the Senator and sat back down.

  “There are some things I can comment on, and unfortunately this is something I can confirm,” the Senator said looking very distraught.

  “Please, give the Senator a moment,” Agent Marone said, while the reporters were asking more questions.

  “Thank you, Agent Marone. I had to cancel certain engagements because there were very credible threats against my life from this notorious killer, but we never had any indication that he would go after Ed Daniels,” the Senator said, looking very sad.

  “Senator! Jim Mesich, The Detroit Daily Double, do you think because he couldn’t get to you, he went after Mr. Daniels?”

  “Jim, I think that is precisely what happened. The task force and I were trying to set a trap for the killer using myself as bait, but unfortunately, it didn’t happen in time.”

  “We had been watching the suspect but didn’t have enough evidence to make a conviction stick. So we continued to investigate and be patient; it was his sudden move to the Daniel’s residence that made us take action. This move also let us know he had no idea he was under surveillance,” Agent Harold said, stepping up to the microphone.

  “We were just seconds from saving Mr. Daniels, but it was those seconds that made the difference,” Agent Marone said, and he rubbed his head, showing the loss of Mr. Daniels saddened him.

  “I started this task force to get this killer off our streets, and we have accomplished that mission, but at a very high price. I cannot say a lot more, we are still working an active investigation and are fairly certain that the culprit acted alone, but we need to finish our investigation, and I want to thank the F.B.I especially. The Director who put every resource available at our disposal and would have been here today but as one bad guy gets caught another takes their place, so the Director stays busy,” the Senator said, looking from one side of the room to the other.

 

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