two other companions. They too have been drinking liquor.
Another hour has past and the owner just informed the fellas the hall is closing. Bailey and his friends finished their last round of pool and beers then headed towards the exit. The three stood out front and engaged in a brief befuddling co nversation. Then the guys high-five’d each other and parted ways. Bailey staggered to his car parked in the alleyway.
"Bailey, we need to talk." I growled as he stood by his car fumbling his keys.
"What the... Who... D a fucks are you?" He stammered. He's highly inebriated.
"Why'd you set him up?"
"Set him up? I dunno whatcha talkin'bout."
"Ludlow."
"Ludlow?" He inquired.
"Yeah Ludlow. Why'd you set him up?
"I dunno know whatcha talkin'bout. Who da fucks Ludlow?" He muttered then turned back towards his car.
He's not in any condition to interrogate nor is he in any condition to drive. I have to coerce him to confess. Just as he retrieved his keys off the ground, I clenched the back of his neck and hammered his head into his car roof. Bailey faltered onto the concrete. "Hey man, whatchu doin'?" He cried while aggressively stroking his forehead. "Ludlow! Why'd you set him up?" I barked. Bailey ignored my inquiries and began to crawl away. I pelted his right rib with a vigorous kick. He belted out an agonizing moan then began to hurl.
"Gee zus man, I'm drunk. Please... Don't hit me..." Bailey pleaded while rolling onto his back and wiping the vomit from his mouth. His cries fell on deaf ears. I snatched him up by his shirt then slammed him against the rear fender of his Stingray. I then began pelting him in the left cheek with several right hooks.
"Please stop... P lease...!" Bailey persisted to plea. He hoisted up his arms to cushion the blows.
"Why'd you set up Ludlow?" I growled.
"I... I... I..." He stammered. I continued whaling on him. "Okay... Okay... I was told to... By the boss..."
"What boss?"
"My boss... Quinnclay. He called me and told me to beat this lady. He said 'Kill her and hurry!' I don't ask questions, I did what I was told. I heard later on Quinnclay set up Ludlow to take da fall for it." He cried.
“Why Ludlow?”
“Cause man, he’s soft. Why not him?”
“Why the lady?” I inquired.
“I dunno. Quinnclay said she owed him some money but she didn’t look like a junkie to me. She was too clean. She was probably some girlfriend two-timing him.”
"A detective will be here shortly. Tell her exactly what you just told me."
"I… C'mon... I can't go back to jail!" Bailey blurted. He then slumped his head over his chest.
Minutes later a maroon colored Crown Victoria raced into the alley. It sent a puddle of water into the air. The red dashboard strobe light announced the detective's arrival. Detective Wu pulled in front of Bailey's '76 Stingray. She bustled out of the car and rushed towards us.
"What did you do to him?" Detective Wu inquired while squirming at his bruises.
"Tell her!" I growled. Bailey glanced at me for a second then reluctantly confessed to the homicide. I also informed her about the distinct button left on the crime scene and how it came back to Bailey's Italian-made silk shirts. The detective jotted down the inkling then radioed for an ambulance and a transport wagon to respond.
“Geezus Legend, did you really have to rough him up like that?” She inquired.
“He wouldn’t talk.”
“Well next time just give me the lead. I have ways of making people like him talk. Legally! Get out of here before my back up arrives. I’ll come up with a story to explain this.”
Detective Wu placed Bailey on a forty eight hour hold. She returned to the crime scene with forensic officers and recovered the button. It was then taken to the analysis lab. Remarkably, they were able to recover contact trace DNA belonging to Bailey. It gave the
Another hour has past and the owner just informed the fellas the hall is closing. Bailey and his friends finished their last round of pool and beers then headed towards the exit. The three stood out front and engaged in a brief befuddling co nversation. Then the guys high-five’d each other and parted ways. Bailey staggered to his car parked in the alleyway.
"Bailey, we need to talk." I growled as he stood by his car fumbling his keys.
"What the... Who... D a fucks are you?" He stammered. He's highly inebriated.
"Why'd you set him up?"
"Set him up? I dunno whatcha talkin'bout."
"Ludlow."
"Ludlow?" He inquired.
"Yeah Ludlow. Why'd you set him up?
"I dunno know whatcha talkin'bout. Who da fucks Ludlow?" He muttered then turned back towards his car.
He's not in any condition to interrogate nor is he in any condition to drive. I have to coerce him to confess. Just as he retrieved his keys off the ground, I clenched the back of his neck and hammered his head into his car roof. Bailey faltered onto the concrete. "Hey man, whatchu doin'?" He cried while aggressively stroking his forehead. "Ludlow! Why'd you set him up?" I barked. Bailey ignored my inquiries and began to crawl away. I pelted his right rib with a vigorous kick. He belted out an agonizing moan then began to hurl.
"Gee zus man, I'm drunk. Please... Don't hit me..." Bailey pleaded while rolling onto his back and wiping the vomit from his mouth. His cries fell on deaf ears. I snatched him up by his shirt then slammed him against the rear fender of his Stingray. I then began pelting him in the left cheek with several right hooks.
"Please stop... P lease...!" Bailey persisted to plea. He hoisted up his arms to cushion the blows.
"Why'd you set up Ludlow?" I growled.
"I... I... I..." He stammered. I continued whaling on him. "Okay... Okay... I was told to... By the boss..."
"What boss?"
"My boss... Quinnclay. He called me and told me to beat this lady. He said 'Kill her and hurry!' I don't ask questions, I did what I was told. I heard later on Quinnclay set up Ludlow to take da fall for it." He cried.
“Why Ludlow?”
“Cause man, he’s soft. Why not him?”
“Why the lady?” I inquired.
“I dunno. Quinnclay said she owed him some money but she didn’t look like a junkie to me. She was too clean. She was probably some girlfriend two-timing him.”
"A detective will be here shortly. Tell her exactly what you just told me."
"I… C'mon... I can't go back to jail!" Bailey blurted. He then slumped his head over his chest.
Minutes later a maroon colored Crown Victoria raced into the alley. It sent a puddle of water into the air. The red dashboard strobe light announced the detective's arrival. Detective Wu pulled in front of Bailey's '76 Stingray. She bustled out of the car and rushed towards us.
"What did you do to him?" Detective Wu inquired while squirming at his bruises.
"Tell her!" I growled. Bailey glanced at me for a second then reluctantly confessed to the homicide. I also informed her about the distinct button left on the crime scene and how it came back to Bailey's Italian-made silk shirts. The detective jotted down the inkling then radioed for an ambulance and a transport wagon to respond.
“Geezus Legend, did you really have to rough him up like that?” She inquired.
“He wouldn’t talk.”
“Well next time just give me the lead. I have ways of making people like him talk. Legally! Get out of here before my back up arrives. I’ll come up with a story to explain this.”
Detective Wu placed Bailey on a forty eight hour hold. She returned to the crime scene with forensic officers and recovered the button. It was then taken to the analysis lab. Remarkably, they were able to recover contact trace DNA belonging to Bailey. It gave the
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