and when I tried to leave with her and my son, he threatened to kill my wife. I backed off like he asked… The guy was crazy.”
“Be careful what you say about Mr. Radcliffe.”
“Oh, so you knew him…”
“Everyone knows everybody else ‘round here… Small town.”
“He was your partner.”
“And so what if he was?!”
Black Horse smirked darkly.
“Keep smilin’ asshole, I’ll wipe that smirk right off your ugly mug.”
Black Horse held his hands up as if feigning surrender.
“So go on… you were saying…”
“He had a gun pointed at my wife’s head so backed off and I grabbed my son’s hand, trying to protect him from John.”
“Mmmmhmmm…” said Shawn, who clearly didn’t believe a word that Black Horse said.
“But despite my begging and pleading… he shot her anyway, and then he turned the gun on himself.”
“That was a nice story. Maybe you should sell that to the Women’s Drama Network. They have pathetic stories like that on all the time… Too bad it’s not the fuckin’ truth! Time to come clean, McClain! You shot Jessa and John. They were runnin’… You seem to forget. My father works for the fire department. I know you set her on fire!”
Black Horse looked shocked. He could win an Academy Award for his acting.
“I loved my wife! She was smoking a cigarette back there as she sewed a blanket for the baby and it dropped and she couldn’t get out.”
“There was a padlock on the door with gasoline surrounding the fuckin’ shed!”
Black Horse cleared his throat and he looked the detective squarely in the eyes. With a hint of hysteria in his gaze, Black Horse said, “Can’t prove it was me.”
Black Horse was right. No matter what crimes they tried to pin on him, there was never enough evidence to convict him. The case would crumble in a courtroom. He had plenty of contacts that would claim to be eye witnesses to seeing him elsewhere at the time of the incident. This time was a little different. He admitted to being at the scene of the crime, but he knew that there was no evidence pointing to him being the shooter. His prints would not be on the gun. The gun was stolen and registered to someone other than himself. No one alive saw him shoot, except for his kid who was three years old, and honestly, who is going to take the testimony of a three year old. That’s if he even remembers the incident.
“Why’d you hide in Mexico for two years, then?!”
“My girl lives down there… She’s pregnant and I’m going to be a daddy again…”
“Again? Because it worked out so well the first time.”
Black Horse shrugged again.
Shawn paced the room becoming more aggravated by the minute. After taking one final look at Black Horse’s smug face, Shawn bolted out of the room and slammed the interrogation room door behind him. He met his new partner, Eddie, in the break room. Before Eddie could say a word, Shawn set a tower of plastic cups flying.
“Fuck!”
“Please tell me we have something on this dickhead…”
“Nothing… We have NOTHING!”
“So what now…”
“You know what.”
“Son of a bitch!”
***
Randy and Colton scrambled through the field collecting as many colored eggs as they could find. Tim and Averi stuck together trying to find the more difficult eggs that Randy and Colt had missed. By the time the hunt was over Randy and Colt both had twelve eggs each, while Tim had ten and Averi had four. As Randy and Colton gloated, Tim winked at his sister as he dumped all of his eggs into her basket.
“Not fair!” yelled Randy.
Colton smirked as Averi danced around the field, victorious and thrilled that she had bested her highly competitive brother and his best friend.
“It just says whoever has more…” said Colton, trying to be a good sport.
“Cheaters!” Randy yelled acting like a spoiled
“Be careful what you say about Mr. Radcliffe.”
“Oh, so you knew him…”
“Everyone knows everybody else ‘round here… Small town.”
“He was your partner.”
“And so what if he was?!”
Black Horse smirked darkly.
“Keep smilin’ asshole, I’ll wipe that smirk right off your ugly mug.”
Black Horse held his hands up as if feigning surrender.
“So go on… you were saying…”
“He had a gun pointed at my wife’s head so backed off and I grabbed my son’s hand, trying to protect him from John.”
“Mmmmhmmm…” said Shawn, who clearly didn’t believe a word that Black Horse said.
“But despite my begging and pleading… he shot her anyway, and then he turned the gun on himself.”
“That was a nice story. Maybe you should sell that to the Women’s Drama Network. They have pathetic stories like that on all the time… Too bad it’s not the fuckin’ truth! Time to come clean, McClain! You shot Jessa and John. They were runnin’… You seem to forget. My father works for the fire department. I know you set her on fire!”
Black Horse looked shocked. He could win an Academy Award for his acting.
“I loved my wife! She was smoking a cigarette back there as she sewed a blanket for the baby and it dropped and she couldn’t get out.”
“There was a padlock on the door with gasoline surrounding the fuckin’ shed!”
Black Horse cleared his throat and he looked the detective squarely in the eyes. With a hint of hysteria in his gaze, Black Horse said, “Can’t prove it was me.”
Black Horse was right. No matter what crimes they tried to pin on him, there was never enough evidence to convict him. The case would crumble in a courtroom. He had plenty of contacts that would claim to be eye witnesses to seeing him elsewhere at the time of the incident. This time was a little different. He admitted to being at the scene of the crime, but he knew that there was no evidence pointing to him being the shooter. His prints would not be on the gun. The gun was stolen and registered to someone other than himself. No one alive saw him shoot, except for his kid who was three years old, and honestly, who is going to take the testimony of a three year old. That’s if he even remembers the incident.
“Why’d you hide in Mexico for two years, then?!”
“My girl lives down there… She’s pregnant and I’m going to be a daddy again…”
“Again? Because it worked out so well the first time.”
Black Horse shrugged again.
Shawn paced the room becoming more aggravated by the minute. After taking one final look at Black Horse’s smug face, Shawn bolted out of the room and slammed the interrogation room door behind him. He met his new partner, Eddie, in the break room. Before Eddie could say a word, Shawn set a tower of plastic cups flying.
“Fuck!”
“Please tell me we have something on this dickhead…”
“Nothing… We have NOTHING!”
“So what now…”
“You know what.”
“Son of a bitch!”
***
Randy and Colton scrambled through the field collecting as many colored eggs as they could find. Tim and Averi stuck together trying to find the more difficult eggs that Randy and Colt had missed. By the time the hunt was over Randy and Colt both had twelve eggs each, while Tim had ten and Averi had four. As Randy and Colton gloated, Tim winked at his sister as he dumped all of his eggs into her basket.
“Not fair!” yelled Randy.
Colton smirked as Averi danced around the field, victorious and thrilled that she had bested her highly competitive brother and his best friend.
“It just says whoever has more…” said Colton, trying to be a good sport.
“Cheaters!” Randy yelled acting like a spoiled
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