(DIR) Return Create A Forum - Home --------------------------------------------------------- UCC (UMMA) Managers Forum (HTM) https://umma.createaforum.com --------------------------------------------------------- ***************************************************** (DIR) Return to: The Vixens ***************************************************** #Post#: 3332-------------------------------------------------- A Madman? - Chapter 10 By: The Vixens Date: August 12, 2016, 10:26 am --------------------------------------------------------- "We've entered the delicate stage of the plan Wilson," Harvey said after he hung up. "P.J. believes that they've got the killer." "And we need to make sure he continues to believe that we do," Wilson said trying to remember how the plan was to go. "Then what? I got a bit confused after that part." "We both know who killed that girl right? But we can't just arrest them without undeniable evidence." Wilson furrowed his brow. "But we do have evidence." Harvey nodded. "True. But if we give it to P.J. it'll be destroyed within the hour. And we can't go to anyone else in the station about this. God knows who we can trust now." "You never explained how you found out who did it," Wilson realised. "What ingenious tactics did you use to figure it out?" "Ten years ago a girl was murdered and was left undiscovered until a few months ago," Harvey recalled. "All I did was access the confidential files and noticed that the police were kept out of the area for years. You want to know why?" "Yes please." "P.J.'s uncle was the head of Homicide before he took over three years ago," Harvey explained. "And oddly enough the uncle stopped police activity in that area just two days before a call came in about a missing person." "And that missing person was the one we found dead and buried," Wilson said. "But why did no one question P.J.'s uncle about the area?" "The uncle wasn't exactly a friendly guy to say the least. He ran that division with an iron fist; and no one from the other divisions could do anything about it." "Getting back to your detective skills," Wilson said. "How did you find the killer?" Harvey remembered that day. The day of the meeting with Richelle. "I just put two and two together. You see, why else would the uncle keep the police out of the area? He supposedly had no reason to. So why?" "He was the one who committed that murder," Wilson realised. "Or he knew who did." "Well done Wilson," Harvey said. Wilson couldn't tell if he meant it or not. "So anyway," Harvey continued. "Uncle whatshisname kept that area out of bounds all the way until P.J. took over. Then he continued to do so until your team received an anonymous tip about where the body is. You find it and call me even though I specifically stated I was retired from this!" "Sorry!" Wilson exclaimed. "We wouldn't have had to call you if all of our equipment worked." "I've read the reports on that," Harvey said. "Oddly enough most of the equipment in the division was "faulty?" Well that's what was in P.J.'s official statement anyway." "You're saying he sabotaged them?" "Everything goes through him right? So of course he would know to mess your sh*t up," Harvey said. "It was the only way he could get out of this. But he didn't count the apartment voting to bring me in on this. By the way did you ever visit the witness?" "What witness?" Harvey frowned. "P.J. must have made it up. This clearly means he knows something. Don't you agree?" "So how do we bring the son of a b**ch down?" Wilson asked. He just assumed Harvey's question was rhetorical. "P.J. runs the division the same way his uncle did," Harvey explained. "So there is no way we can trust anyone in that station with it. P.J. would find out if we gave it to another division." "But...?" "How much of the plan did you understand?" Harvey asked. "I know we've got to deliver a message," Wilson answered. "Anonymously if I remembered correctly." "That's right," Harvey said. "And by the way you're the one who's delivering it. I know someone downtown who owes me a favour. You'll know them when you see them. Just tell them that Montague sent you." "What about Paige though?" Wilson asked. "We're suppose to catch this killer and all we've done is thrown her under the bus." "In due time," Harvey said. "If this plays out the way I planned it then she'll be out of there in no time." Harvey's phone buzzed right after he said that. He read the message. "That was P.J." "What did he say?" "The police will be here within two minutes," Harvey said. "And he's leading them." "How do you that Paige or someone inside won't try and get rid of the knife?" Wilson asked. "I won't be surprised if they do. The way they stand by each other is admirable. But even if they hide the knife, P.J. will find it. He always does. And Paige's prints are all over that thing." "How do you know that?" "Because the dead girl was stabbed; and with a little help from a few "friends" I've made a knife that will appear to have been used to stab her all those years ago. I assume I don't have to explain who was "holding" it at the time do I? *****************************************************