A trap

Dixon tried calling again, and he picked the call, he sat upright, placing his phone on his ear.
“Where the fuck are you, I've been calling you, why ain't you picking your damn call.”
"Di—Dixon, he—lp, am d—d—dying "
"Hold on Bruce, where the hell are you "
"Am cl--ose to....."
The next word was a faint whisper but Dixon grab what he said, cause he knew the place.
And the phone was ripped off Bruce hands.
He heard the sound, he was being chased. Someone was after his brother.
"Maeve!"
He clutch her hands tightly, pulling her along with him off the couch as they ran out of the house to meet up with Bruce..



"Get him, don't let him out of your sight "
He ordered, he was huge and hefty, his black t-shirt glue to his muscles, a single blow might end you, a man that doesn't feel guilty, the only guilt he felt was when he held the little girl. He had learnt to keep his conscience far away from him. As at now, he had nothing, he was a man without conscience, that only obeys one man, his superior, the man who gave once a dead man life.

His words only he obey, except, he didn't get to kill the girl. He touched his face, reminiscing the sad incident that left a scar on his face. The woman was a fierce one. Left him with a scar to always remember his sins.
Two men raced after Bruce blocking every escape route. They were in the spot Dixon's car was at last night. A narrow road where no one would see them or heard a thing, even if they end up killing him right here and now, there was no escape, no escape at all, no where to hide.
He walked sluggishly behind them. He was in no haste.
Where are you Dixon?
I can't keep up much longer.
Before they could get to him.
He fell.
His whole body tremble.
He tried to wrench out his drugs but his quivering hands couldn't let him.
Dixon.
He couldn't breath.
They caught up with him.
Already weakened.
He hissed through his teeth.
"Beat him up" he gave the order.
He walked away but kept hearing Bruce grunts.
"I'll wait for the knight "

*****

Detective sean was in the hospital with an artist, he stood close to them watching the artist draw the man she was describing. The face wasn't clear enough, for now, he had to wait, till he was done with the drawing, and then it would be time to get the criminal.
“How could you not be able to get him for over a decade,”
“Its hasn't been easy, Mrs Mare, if he had been in the town he would have been easily spotted. But I think he went into hiding, he's been hiding for years”
“What makes you think he would be out now.”
“Because of the demon in town, the man hiding him would need protection, and he was the only one strong enough to protect him. He sure would be out there.”
Mrs Mare nodded, returning her gaze back to the artist.
“He’s eyes is a bit dark.”
“Okay ma,”

She turn to detective sean again.
“Would this be of any help. It was fifteen years ago, there would have been a lot of changes.”
“Yes there would. But his eye, nose and mouth couldn't possibly change too else he decided to do a plastic surgery. Which isn't possible either.”
“I was thinking there could a change.”
“All we need is the face, once we've got it, we can get the man, if I may ask, do you know the name the man, if you remember his name or heard his name. That night.”
“I didn't....i did. I'm sure.”

“There’s a probability that this man had been be one who got your child.”
“Ryder. That's what I heard, before I got hit with the car.” her eyes were getting teary.
“I heard my daughter screamed afterwards. She pitifully, it pierce through my heart but I couldn't do anything about it. I was already down, that was the only thing I heard. The name and my daughter's cries. It hunt me, even to this point, that I couldn't protect her.”
“That’s why you're gonna give us the best description of the man, that way to get your revenge on the man who ruined your family.”
She wipe her tears away.

“I don't know if it would be accurate. But I would give everything I've got.”
“I just need you to give me all you've got and I would put the missing pieces together. I need your help to get him out of prison, else he's friend would chop off my neck, when he's got the opportunity.”
“Who is this person?”
“A young man, in prison.” he sat down. On a chair, drew it closer to the bed.
“According to the story, he was framed by the man with a scar, he was sent to prison afterwards without a thorough investigation. And he's still in prison, I've to investigate the case, and until recently we found a clip of a man entering the house before he did, but his face wasn’t seen. Time of death matches with the time he was in the house, before the victim got in.”
“And the friend?”

“They met in prison, and became friends, when he got out recently, he made a vow to get his innocent friend out of there as well. He’s was pretty popular years back, he was a celebrity, but fall after he was sent to prison. He’s a good man, and still trying to prove his innocence to his everyone he had nothing to do with the murder of his friends.”
“If I could place the pieces together, that same man is involved in this.”
Detective Sean nodded.
“Exactly what I’ve been thinking. That’s why we need your help, to set them free. And help arrest the man behind it all, he can’t just be him alone, there’s a shadow behind him. We need to get.”

She nods, returning her gaze back to the artist. Talking to him.
“Don’t put the scar yet..”
“Look at this.” She points.
Detective Sean leaned closer and stare at the portrait of a man, this man, he looked closer, taking the laptop from the artist.
This man, he was dead. Wasn’t he?
He was shot dead.
He’s alive.

He was a criminal, he was shot dead, he could remember, cause he was part of the operation to get the killers.
He was alive all along, no wonder he hadn’t thought about it, he hadn’t thought he would be alive, no one actually need, or they just choose to turn a blind eye to it, even when they saw the signs. They thought, it couldn’t be him.
He palmed his forehead.
“Roger Stevedore.”
He whispered.

He stood up, pulled out his ringing phone from his pocket. How could have been calling him.
“Hello, this is detective Sean speaking, May I know whose talking.”
“This is Mrs Albert..”
“Albert? Sir Albert wife.”
“Yes.”
“How can I help you ma’am.”
“My son, I think he could be in danger.”
“How So?”

“Help me find him, he left in the morning and he hadn’t come back, he’s phone is unreachable. I know something is wrong I can feel it, I tried calling Dixon he’s not picking either.”
She was worried. She looked down at the broken glass that had cut her hand. And blood dripping from her hand.
This was a sign wasn’t it?
Something was happening to her son.
“We’ll find your son, Mrs Albert, you don’t have to worry, just tell us the place he was going to.”