The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)

Chapter 33

Captain Brickman's disposition was both low key and solemn as he stacked a series of papers all in a row while sitting quietly at his desk.

From left to right, reports of the incident from the night before, along with a prostitution ring that was busted up around three a.m. were all gathered into his stiff hands and neatly placed to the side.

Staying busy was never a challenge for the besieged man; it was a natural way of life. But that morning lay heavy and hard upon him, like carrying a three hundred pound man on top of his shoulders for hours.

Purposely, he had managed to keep away from Linus so far that morning, even though seven o' clock hadn't even arrived yet. There was so much he wanted to say to his colleague and friend, but it wasn't the right time, not with the investigation underway. Instead, he chose to keep to himself, secluded to the safe confines of his office.

Every so often he would answer his phone to take angry complaints from those who found wrong with the police department, or he would come out to ask for another cup of coffee from one of the female officers, but all in all, the unobtrusive man remained stationery and out of the way.

A sudden knock at the door startled the captain to where he lost complete track of the filing detail that he was right in the middle of.

Exasperated, he dropped the papers that were in his hands and looked up to see a silhouette stand on the other end of the stained glass door.

"Come in." He gently grimaced.

From behind the door appeared Fitzpatrick, who himself looked as if he hadn't slept a wink in two nights.

"Uh, sir, Mr. Mercer is here." Alan unenthusiastically stated.

Without saying a word, the captain groaned, gathered his papers and raised himself up and out of his creaky old wooden chair. The man sailed past Alan on his way out of his office and through the main work area where phones were ringing off the hook every other second and officers were handing him the proverbial stare downs.

"He's downstairs in interrogation." Alan said while following right in behind Brickman.

Without stopping, Brickman replied, "I'm fully aware of where the gentleman is, Detective."

of unhinged

Alan hurriedly and boldly stepped in front of Brickman and remarked, "Sir,

start with me, Fitz." The

"Captain, he's up there with O'Dea." Alan pressed on. "You know just as

"What do you want me to do?" Brickman shrugged. "Run

"No...but if we could just get the D.A. on the phone,

know that just a few doors down I have to explain to a

"You should see this Mercer fellow. He looks like he's about to go nuts at any moment. Officer Washington is right around the corner

you I wouldn't be concerned about my well-being as you

Alan on his way past the interrogation room and directly to a tall, black

The captain stopped, looked up at the officer and simply said, "Washington, we need you outside

officer looked down at

ten feet back to the interrogation room. With an overwhelming sense of trepidation, the captain approached the door and paused. Through the blurry

the fact that the early morning was already chock full of unbridled controversy and pain stricken calamity, Brickman

and his eyes closed to the world. The second

window behind Mercer yell and chant for justice and an end to police brutality. They had been out there for the past two hours, and their incessant pleas were increasing as the morning tarried

Mr. Mercer, my name is Captain Roy Brickman. Good morning." Brickman modestly broadcasted before sitting himself down on the other side of the table

never parted from the table. It almost appeared as if he were either far

this point." Brickman discreetly stammered as though he were trying to cough. "At this very moment, the department is conducting an extensive investigation into Detective Bruin's actions from last night. All we know for now is that

at least make eye to eye contact with him. But no matter how diligently the captain explained the situation, Mercer's face remained perfectly

suspended, without pay. Now, Mr. Mercer, we need

can you imagine what it's like to look down upon your son and see his entire body opened up with bullets?" The man

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