Hello, Little Sparrow by Jordan Jones (the reading list .TXT) 📕

laymen cops can’t see what he’s done. I have an override and I think it’s appropriate, given what’s going on in this investigation…that, and the fact he’s dead.”

I thanked him and opened the file up.

He was twenty-four and in medical school when a friend of his caught him sexually abusing a young girl. The friend was a relation of the victim somehow, and brought it to the police, who arrested Montgomery and initially charged him with three felonies.

He was caught nearly four months later trying to abuse the same girl on her sixth birthday by her father, who beat Montgomery nearly to death.

Additional charges were filed.

However, Montgomery’s lawyers fought it tooth and nail and successfully pleaded his case. The charges were ultimately dropped and it indicated they settled out of court.

“Who would of thought that this young girl had to suffer for her family to win to the lottery. Makes me sick.” I muttered covering my mouth out of disgust.

The Sparrow knew about it. He was able to find the case somehow, and Montgomery finally fit his mold.

“The DVD player is in the lab,” Harlow said, passing me by. “They’re done painting in there.” She shrugged. “The walls are white still.”

We hooked the DVD player up with a precinct TV we brought into the lab. As a technician hastily dusted for prints, we closed the tray.

I recognized the voice of the man on camera right away.

It was Evan Crist of the Nightstalkers. The hair on my arm stood up.

He was much older than he was in the video when he captured Philip Maise. He looked much like himself when I visited his home about the same case only two months earlier.

Evan exposed Dr. Montgomery on the film. He was obviously trying to meet up with a thirteen year old girl at a grocery store at nearly 2:00 a.m.

Dr. Montgomery was shaken and answered each question with a simple answer. He was getting agitated and got in his suburban, and peeled off after the Nightstalker crew got his license plate information.

“Was this ever sent to the police department?” I asked. “That looks like Howsler’s Grocery. This was filmed in Lincolnshire.”

“I’ll look into it,” Welker replied.

“Detective John Trotter,” a radio called from Harlow’s shoulder. I grabbed around for my radio, but I had left it on my desk. Harlow pushed her button.

“Go for Trotter,” I said.

“There’s a gentleman on line four asking to speak with you,” dispatch told me. “They said it’s urgent.”

“Copy.”

I walked to my desk and my phone was blinking red, so I picked up.

“You have Trotter.”

“Good morning, Detective,” the voice said. I’d heard it before.

“I was told this call was urgent,” I told him. “Do you have information regarding The Sparrow case? Or, another case?”

“Oh, I think I have a lot of information regarding The Sparrow case,” he replied. His voice was cold and calculated. “I have all the inside info.”

I grabbed my pen and had a notepad at the ready. I narrowed my brows and looked to Harlow who appeared confused.

“OK, I’m listening.”

“I’ve seen the man you’re looking for,” said the man on the line. “He’s done his best to try and rid the world of the vilest humans to ever exist. He blasted Mr. Burnley in the back of the head with a shotgun. He stabbed Mr. Henson in the gut with a fillet knife. I stabbed Mr. James repeatedly until he stopped moving. It took you a while to catch that one.”

Harlow picked up another phone, joined the call and began to trace the line. Others around could sense commotion and they started to gather around.

“I shot Philip Maise over a dozen times,” he continued. “It felt like it anyway. And your partner. Detective DeAngelo Abraham. I shot him in the throat. I remember trying my best to keep him alive, Detective. I truly did. I wanted him to live. He wasn’t like the rest. I want you to know that.”

Harlow spun her fingers in circles, motioning for me to keep him talking.

“What about the others?” I asked, trying to get the subject off Abraham.

“There’s s surprise thrown in there somewhere,” he continued. “But, they wouldn’t mean as much to you as they do to me. Dr. James Montgomery was our latest victim. I didn’t offer them all an explanation as to why I cut their miserable lives short, but I definitely let him in. Sad, his poor wife had to find him like that. I meant no harm to her. I have no qualms with those who don’t step outside the boundaries of a few simple rules, Detective.”

“It seems like everyone you’ve killed, my partner excluded, had perpetrated some sort of sex crime,” I said. “They probably deserved what they had coming.”

“They did have what was coming,” he said. “I just wanted to call to apologize. Not for killing your partner, heavens no…after I’d thought about it, he was trying to stop me from killing a man who had done the most vile thing a human can do.”

“I agree with you,” I said, shrugging to Harlow. “That’s why we’ve taken it so easy on you. You’re helping us in a way.”

There was a long and brutal silence. I could hear his breathing on the other line.

He was still calm.

“You see that?” He asked.

“Of course,” I said.

“Explain…”

I cleared my throat. “These guys didn’t get what they deserved at all. They perpetrated sex crimes. Those are the worst crimes to commit. When the legal system fails to execute them, someone has to do it.”

Another prolonged silence.

“If you truly believed that, you wouldn’t be investigating my crime scenes, Detective.”

“Look,” I continued. “We’re just doing our job. We are also dragging our feet a little bit, if you catch my drift.

My forehead and