Broken Promise. by Joseph Black (phonics books .txt) 📕

last.” Janz ordered.
The police officer nodded, and taking three men set out promptly to do as the detective told him to do. Not that the Janz was particularly higher ranking than the man, he was just very well respected for his experience in the Department.
Janz stepped over to the other man, shot right at the base of his skull from behind; he hit the asphalt pretty hard. He probably had been running when he was hit. Slowly he visualized what had happened. His experience paid off and he was certain that what he assumed was correct.
Something was nagging at the back of his mind though; he stood waiting for the officer to get back.
He nodded to the medics.” Bring them to the morgue.” Quickly he pulled out a slip of paper and wrote down a quick note.” Give them this.”
The medics quickly picked up the bodies and left, but Janz had a feeling the morgue wasn’t going to find any finger prints. But they would be able find out who the men where.
The officer came back ten minutes later.” Four people where right up above this, they were awake up to midnight, but none of them heard a thing.”
Janz gulped.” Good work officer.”
The man carefully watched Janz.” What do you think?”
Janz shook his head” I can’t be sure yet . . . “He paused.” But I think we may have a professional on our hands. These shots . . . the placing. I’d be willing to bet he used a silencer, and pretty heave caliber too.” He sighed.” I just wonder . . . how did it all happen? And why?”
The officer shrugged, he didn’t see much strange about it. So what? The man used a silencer. Most of the organized crime in the city was well equipped. So what? He shot some rich man and robbed him as he came out of the Theater. There where cases like this every day.
But Janz wasn’t one of the best detectives in the corps for no reason. He asked questions of scenes that nobody else even considered. He hunted for clues that seemed pointless. No criminal he had ever latched onto had ever escaped.
“Get a cleaning team out here.” He ordered the officer. It wasn’t good for people’s morale to see sticky blood all over the pavement behind their home.
He didn’t even bother to look for other clues, such as bullet shells, or anything the killer may have dropped, he was fairly certain that whoever it was must be a professional and that they would never had been so careless as to leave such a clue.
He was curious as to why the Department had called him out here. Usually the lower ranking detectives went for things like this, and the better detectives like himself where sent after the bigger deals.
His last job had only been finished last night.
He glanced up at the sky and smiled, the day was overcast, and he knew they would have a blizzard in by nightfall. He loved the snow.
He nodded to the police officer.” Go back to the station; I’ll take care of this.”
The man nodded and he and his men got in their cars and left. Janz sighed in satisfaction. He preferred to work alone.
First question: Who were the men who had been shot?
Janz wasn’t a great detective because he came up with random spouts of brilliancy. He was methodical, and determined in everything he did, he didn’t let anything stop him.
He knew the Captain at the station wouldn’t mind him taking on the case; there was no need to even discuss it with him. They were old friends, and he probably knew that Janz had wanted a break on something easier than usual for a while.
Getting back into his car, Janz pulled his NYPD detective’s coat over his normal leather jacket, and pinned his badge to it.
It was a short drive and he pulled into the morgue only a half an hour later.
They let him in instantly on sight of his badge, detectives usually had unopposed access to morgues, hospitals, and the like.
Stepping up to the receptionist he asked where the two men had been taken.
He turned and headed down the perfectly washed, shining white hallway with the room number burned into his mind, D-21.
He reached the D hallway and turned down it, counting the blue doors as he passed them.
19 . . . 20 . . . 21!
He pulled the door open and looked around; two men in white coats were standing over a body in the middle of the room. One of them looked up as he entered and he recognized Doctor Roth, an old friend of his.
“Ah, Janz” Called the thin, bald man, stepping forward and embracing him.” I was half hoping you’d be the one assigned to this one!”
Janz grinned and winced for the thousandth time at Jenner Roth’s thick Russian accent.” I’m glad to see you, it’s been a while.”
“Yes, it has.” The small man led him over to the body.
“What have you found?” Janz asked curiously.
“Ah” Jenner raised a finger, a puzzled look on his face.” It was actually rather strange, you see.”
He pulled back the white sheet on the one man’s body, the one who had been shot twice.” We searched the records using finger prints! Found nothing. I just sent off a DNA test to see if we can at least find his relatives.” Jenner shook his head.” No ID on him, nothing. I’d also be willing to bet he was shot by a professional too!”
Janz couldn’t help but chuckle, though it was rather subdued.” I guessed the same thing.” He frowned.” So . . . no fingerprint matches?”
Jenner shook his head.” None at all, usually at least one or two matches will come up on the system, but with him. Nothing”
Suddenly Jenner threw up his hands and ran off to the side, his feet pattering unevenly.” I forgot!” He called back.” I did find something else.”
He trotted back, holding a small white box.” The other man was a pizza delivery man Jonathan . . . uhm, ah, I forget his name!” He turned to the other doctor.” Robert, what was the other man’s name?”
The other doctor, Robert, looked up.” You said it was Rendall, remember?”
Janner nodded.” Ah yes, Rendall, poor fellow. Probably was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But he had this on him!”
He handed Janz the box. Janz frowned and opened it” A camera!” He exclaimed.
Jenner nodded enthusiastically.” Yes! I haven’t checked it for pictures, so don’t get your hopes up.”
Janz quickly turned on the camera, it was rare that this kind of thing came along with a case, and he was hoping that he would find some pictures and be able to find out who the man was. Slowly he clicked through the recent pictures. The first one he saw made his heart beat fast.
It was the street, two men facing each other, one with a gun; and one holding a roll of bills. The man with the guns face was clear and vivid, as though he had been waiting there for his picture to be taken.
The second one he saw almost made his heart stop.


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Publication Date: 03-09-2013

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