Chapter 333: Murphy
*Sometimes the blood makes it hard to see what side of the law I’m on. – Murphy*
The shift was coming to an end and Murphy was ready to go over to Pagan's house. She was looking forward to a burger, a beer and, if she lucky, a Bearcat. That thought made her smile.
“All available units in the H-district please respond to a tripped alarm. 1265 Pratt Drive, second floor residence.” Came across the radio.
She reported that she was responding and gave an ETA of about seven minutes. Then she flipped on her lights and sirens before hooking a sharp U-turn at the next intersection. Another officer also responded with a similar ETA.
“Please be advised, Wolf Pack Security is also responding.” The radio declared.
“Of course, they are.” Murphy muttered as she turned right. Murphy knew Shiloh Montgomery, and the family. Although she was certain that Werewolf also knew this information, Murphy wondered if the guards did.
She wondered how much Pagan knew. If he knew who Shiloh was, what name she was born under, would he still let her around his girls?
Dom had told her that they had dinner together at the Italian restaurant. She’d met with Shiloh before he got there with the girls. There were rumors about her latest stepfather. Murphy had heard them too. There were things that Murphy could not do as a cop.
Dom, still an operative with a certain alphabet agency, could do things. Granted, Murphy still had a handler. She still received orders that she had to follow. And events that she had to ignore.
But if the rumors were true, she would not be able to ignore them for long. Once again, she found herself cursing Brighton for retiring and recommending her for his position. She preferred to be behind the crosshairs, not the cloak and dagger side of the game.
The radio crackled to life calling out the responding cars’ numbers. “Multiple neighbors are now reporting that a man is beating a woman in the yard.”
Turning onto Pratt, Murphy slid open the partition to the back area of the SUV. “You ready to work?”
There was an energetic woof from the back as the old building came into view. There was a large group of people gathered on the grass. At first, she assumed they were the typical looky-loos. Then she saw the two large men trying to get the man off the still form.
Murphy laid on the horn as she angled her car to spotlight the man. Grabbing her car radio microphone, she flipped on the PA system.
“This is the Monroe police. Put your hands up and step back.” She ordered as she came to a stop, front tires on the grass.
The two men complied with her orders. One wore the Wolf Pack Security uniform and the other a leather cut. The man on the ground continued to pound on the woman.
“Put your hands up and step back, or I will release the dog.”
He still continued to wail on her. Stepping out of the car, she brought the mike with her.
“Second warning! Put your hands up and step away or I will release the dog!” She warned as another patrol car pulled up into the parking lot on the other side of the property.
Liberty was barking loudly and excitedly in the bacl of her SUV.
“Final warning! I will release the dog if you do not comply.”
With the required three warnings issued, she released the lock with the remote and the back door opened. Liberty bolted out of the car. She barked several times before latching onto the man’s arm.
Colson approached from the back as Murphy ran from the front. The man was trying to shake Liberty off. The more he tried to get the dog to release him, the harder she bit.
Colson pulled his yellow tazer gun. “Pull the dog!”
Murphy gave the order and Liberty released the man. As soon as she was clear, Colson yelled his own warning.
“TAZER! TAZER! TAZER!”
There was a tiny flash as the projectiles were released. The man jerked as the prongs impaled his skin.
“Contact!” He confirmed before activating the tazer.
The man in the cut waved to get Murphy’s attention. “She needs medical attention! I’m a physician’s assistant!”
“Let us get him secured, first.” She called back as she pulled out her cuffs.
Once they had the cuffs on him, she told the other man to go ahead. Looking at the two men as they moved back into the light, she recognized Doc and Tank.
Activating the mike on her shoulder, Murphy turned her head to speak into it. “Dispatch, we need two buses. Victim is female, early twenties-.”
“Twenty-four.” Shiloh said in a soft voice.
“Witness on scene has personal information will provide to emergency medical personnel.”
“Acknowledged.”
She then relayed the injury details that Doc was giving her. The ambulance pulled up and Murphy left them to do what they needed to do.
Pulling out the toy and treats, she rewarded Liberty for a job well done. After good girl belly rubs, they both got back to work and began taking statements.
Bearcat brought her and the other officers bottled water. It was well past when her shift ended that she finally got her burger, beer and Bearcat.
She lay in bed, in the afterglow of a good fuck, Bearcat already asleep when she heard her backdoor open. Not even bothering with getting dressed, Murphy pulled on her prosthetic leg and walked down the hall. Liberty lay on her back on the kitchen floor where Dom was rubbing her belly.
“He asleep?” Dom asked quietly.
“Asleep, Drugged. Same difference, right?”
“In our lives? Pretty much.” She agreed standing up.
“Yeah.” Murphy agreed as she grabbed a couple of bottles of water. “I’m assuming you’re here for a reason?”
“You roofied your boyfriend, you knew I would come by.”
“Please. Joe hired us to go get his granddaughter when she was kidnapped. You think he’s going to let something like this happen in her house?”
“Did she recognize you?” Dom asked as they both sat down at the kitchen table.
Murphy shook her head as she opened the bottle. “No. I was a quarter mile away. You were the face she saw.” She smirked at the other woman. “Poor girl.”
Grinning, Dom flipped her off. “Joe wants him dead.” She met Murphy’s eyes with her cold gray ones. “I need a favor.”
“Off the books?”
Dom nodded and Murphy stood up and went to the refrigerator. She returned with a bag of frozen broccoli. Murphy liked vegetables; she hated broccoli. The irony was not lost on Dom. Taking the bag and water, Dom left.
Three days after Mitchell was released on bond, Murphy was called out to a suicide. Mitchell lay on his back in the center of the bed. His wrists sliced open with a razor blade. A suicide note had been typed out on the laptop that was still open.
He had sat down and turned on the camera before typing out the letter begging for forgiveness. Occasionally, he glanced up to his right, but never for very long and it looked as if he was thinking. Then, he moved to the bed, took a handful of pills and slit his wrists.
After he was dead, there was a slight movement off to the side of the camera, near the window. The second-floor window was open with the screen still in place. It was eventually decided that the movement was the wind moving the dark curtain.
Murphy knew where to look and what to look for. She saw where the screen had been removed and then replaced. It was easy for her to pick out the path that someone would have taken to climb down the rough stone wall.
She also knew that if a full autopsy was ordered, there would be a trace of a drug that the government did not acknowledge that existed. The substance that could cause someone to do something that was against their will. The partially used vial was now back in her freezer in the broccoli bag.
Murphy knew but she said nothing.
