Cold

He had been sitting sipping hot coffee from his thermos to assure that he remained aware and sharp rather than begin to doze and possibly miss something important. This case was special. The woman in the house had been cheating on her husband, but not with just anyone. The man was the husband’s best friend. The two unfaithful lovers thought they were so cunning; such deceit deserved special attention. One thought kept running through Jimmy’s mind, “Revenge is best served cold!”

Every few minutes, he would look over at the briefcase he had confiscated from a serial murderer he had apprehended a year earlier. Somehow the homicide evidence clerk had lost the briefcase; at least that is what would be concluded when the discrepancy was discovered.

Jimmy had brought along his WT and his scanner to allow him to keep track of all the department radio traffic just in case a nosy neighbor spotted him and reported the presence. If so, he could use the WT to transmit that he would check the location and thus divert the patrol units. But just in case, beside him lay his ace in the hole, an AKMS with a 75-round drum magazine and folding spike bayonet. The 7.62mm Romanian rifle could spray certain death at a rate of 800 rounds of FMJ per minute. It should give him the decisive edge should things get out of hand. If so the special detail would become very deadly for everyone involved, especially him because this was not just any woman from the streets of the mean city.

He was beginning to believe his night of surveillance was fruitless, and if so, it would delay his case because the husband was to be home for a few nights. It was almost 22:00hrs and Jimmy knew that the unfaithful lovers had a set schedule of their rendezvous’ and were an hour late. He sat for a few minutes more for good measure while watching his chronograph wristwatch tick down to what he considered the zero hour.

Suddenly, headlights appeared at the farther end of the street. Jimmy’s eyes narrowed to a squint from his personal internal feeling for the betrayal of love. Maybe the night was not lost after all.

Jimmy took an audio antenna known as the BE, Bionic Ear, from the back seat and hit the switch to lower his driver side electric window. The dish of the Bionic Ear would allow him to hear anything that made a noise or any words spoken in the yard of the house under surveillance. He wanted to know the words of the cheating hearts if it was them arriving at the house.

He was quite pleased when the white Lexus turned into the driveway of the house. He thought silently, “Bingo! Now lets hear what you guys really think!” He took off the hat and placed the headphones of the BE on his head and over his right ear, leaving his left ear uncovered to allow him to remain aware of sounds around and near the outside of his Escalade.

Jimmy could not see inside the Lexus as the occupants sat for a few minutes after shutting off the engine, and he could hear nothing. Abruptly, the driver’s door popped open making a distinct clanking sound in the BE. He could hear moans and what he knew from experience were the sounds of two people passionately kissing and petting. He was careful to remain totally silent in his Escalade to insure that he did not miss a sound across the road, but in his mind the heat of anger grew as he thought, “Scumbags, can’t even wait till they get in the house!”

Then he heard the woman speak first; he recognized the voice as the subject named Kathy. “Oh honey I can’t wait. I need some hot cock in my hole! Let’s go up to my bedroom now. I’m so wet I’m dripping with anticipation!”

“Is that faggot husband of yours at work at night again? He just doesn’t know how to treat a real woman. I got what you need right here.” Jimmy recognized the voice as the subject known as Timothy.

Jimmy heard Kathy giggle before hearing the man speak again, “Oh yeah, suck it baby!”

A few minutes passed with only moans of man and woman to be heard before the woman spoke again, “That should have you in the mood! Let’s go to the bed! I’m going to fuck your balls off!”

Jimmy thought to himself, “Balls off aye, that gives me a better idea! Murder lacks imagination!”

A second car door clanked open making a distinct sound. Both occupants exited the vehicle and slammed their respective doors before the woman spoke again, “Don’t let that go soft or I’ll sit on your face till it gets back up!”

“Maybe I’d like that, but lets just get to the proverbial connubial bed! I’m going to make you scream my name, not that limp cock husband’s name.” The man was gleeful.

Jimmy listened as they disappeared inside the house and slammed the front door behind them. He attempted to fine tune the BE, but he could hear nothing through the thick brick walls. All that was left was for him to sit and count the time on his chronograph. He knew from experience that the woman would take about two hours of drinking and heated sex to achieve satisfaction and then wish to cuddle in bed to drift off to sleep. If he was correct, there should be around a half hour of light in the lower rooms before the light came on in the master bedroom. Then there should be an hour and a half of all light on. After that, the lights downstairs should darken, and soon afterwards the master bedroom light should go dark. They would sleep for a few hours and awaken well before her husband was expected home. How did Jimmy know that? He had been a detective for long enough to know to perform many days or nights of surveillance to derive the pattern before making a move. In this specific case, he had watched for months to be certain. This was a special case.

Minutes hung like hours as he watched the seconds click by on the chronograph, and then at only a few minutes from the predicted time, the lights in the master bedroom came on. “Point one, check!” Jimmy thought. He tried the BE again, but still he could hear nothing through the walls.

Within the next time period, Jimmy’s anger cooled to become the methodical processes of a professional simply performing the tasks at which he was a master. It was an hour and forty minutes of small increments on the chronograph before the lights in the kitchen went dark, followed minutes later by the lights in the living room, and then nine minutes later the lights in the master bedroom went dark. “Point two, check! They should be quite intoxicated and exhausted from sexual activity. Within fifteen minutes they should be sound asleep.” Jimmy thought making note of the time on the chronograph.

It seemed more to be hours later in Jimmy’s mind, but eventually the fifteen minutes passed. Jimmy reached over and clicked open the briefcase. From inside the case he pulled two latex surgical gloves, which he pulled onto his hands, and then he grasped the two CO2 powered dart guns. Carefully, he loaded both with the special darts preferred by the serial murderer that was waiting for execution on death row at the state penitentiary. The drug in the darts was best because the residue broke down very rapidly in the blood stream of the victims to leave no evidence for the toxicology lab to discover. However, that trait also meant that he had only minutes to accomplish his desired task before the victims awoke. The murderer had preferred that trait because it allowed him time to handcuff and restrain his victims but have them awaken rapidly for his games before their death. The drug was a derivative of mehtylparafynol that caused immediate sedation for a few minutes and then psychotic lapses in the brain’s activity combined with loss of memory for a few hours. The residue was only detectable by analyzing a biopsy of the actual brain tissue after only thirty minutes. When a living victim of the drug was checked, only the alcohol and any other drugs would be found. It was perfect, as it should be; the original user and serial murderer had been a psychiatrist before becoming a convict.

Jimmy exited the vehicle and strapped the AKMS on his back and pulled his NVG’s over his eyes, and then he placed one dart gun in each of his black leather blazer pockets to a point where only the grips protruded. Stealthily, he crept through the darkness to the front door of the house on the corner. The shrubbery was the perfect cover and just tall enough to hide his silhouette. From his front pants pocket he pulled his passkey and silently unlocked the door. He was inside the house within twenty seconds with no one the wiser. At the bottom of the stairs, he stood in total darkness but was able to see very well by virtue of superior technology provided by the department. The night vision goggles worked perfectly. He moved slowly being careful to roll off the bottoms of his Bates duty boots to ensure total silence while crossing the carpeted floor and climbing the carpeted staircase. It was so quiet that he would have been able to hear a pin drop.

He knew the layout of the house so well that he could have moved silently even without the NVG’s, but the goggles ensured that there were no surprises for him as he crept down the hallway to the door of the master bedroom. Slowly, he grasped and turned the doorknob and thought to himself, “Stupid fucks, I’d lock the door if I were to fuck my best friend’s wife!” The door had been oiled earlier in the day to ensure that there would be no tell tale squeak upon opening.

The door opened readily for Jimmy to step into the master bedroom. He stood just staring at the bed for a few moments. In the total darkness the NVG’s gave everything the color green. It was similar to looking at a green and black negative of a picture.

There before him lay two motionless naked bodies embraced in a loving caress. Kathy’s head against Timothy’s chest with his arm caringly placed over hers. It was a touching scene that was fit for a romance movie. Their love was evident in their pose.

Jimmy moved at a snails pace to the edge of the bed, and then he pulled the two dart guns from the pockets of his blazer. Kathy moved her arm just a smidgen showing that she sensed more than felt or heard his presence. Jimmy used both hands to carefully aim a dart gun at each of the two individual necks. Then simultaneously he squeezed the triggers.

Plop! Went the sound of both of the dart guns to make only one sound together. Both bodies jumped from the impact and both tried to react and move but the drug acted within microseconds.

“My loving wife Kathy! My best friend Timothy! Damn you both to a living hell on earth!” Jimmy said aloud as he placed the dart guns back in his blazer pockets before pulling a switchblade from his pants pocket. It was a switchblade he had taken from a member of the Latin Kings during a drug bust months earlier. It was untraceable.

Jimmy reached down and plucked the darts from the necks of the two and carefully slipped them into a plastic bag from his blazer’s inner pocket. He laid the plastic bag on the edge of the bed and then leaned forward to reach over Kathy to grasp Timothy’s cock and balls in his hand to pull them out as far as possible to stretch the male tissue to as thin as possible, and then he reached under the entire package with the razor sharp blade in his other hand. Jimmy sawed and hacked with the switchblade until the entire package came off in his hand. Blood pumped from the wound at the rate of Timothy’s heartbeat from the opening of the arteries that had once fed a thick eight-inch cock and a nice set of balls. Jimmy looked at the set of male sex organs now detached in his hand, and then squeezed hard to allow the blood to drip down onto Kathy’s face while at the same time ensuring rapid deterioration of the male tissues. Quickly, he placed the detached male organs in Kathy’s left hand and squeezed to ensure that her fingerprints would be quite prominent and easily read by the latent print lab. He left the detached organs in her hand and then placed the switchblade in her right hand to repeat the process for the benefit of the same lab techs.

In Jimmy’s mind he had counted by the thousand and one method and was up to the number one thousand one hundred twenty. He knew that two minutes had passed since the darts were fired. He had around two minutes remaining to complete his special task.

He stepped back and chuckled as he slipped off the bloody surgical gloves to place them in the same plastic bag with the darts. That bag he slipped back inside his inner blazer pocket. From his pants pocket he pulled a second set of latex surgical gloves and pulled them onto his hands, thus ensuring that there was no telltale blood contamination of items during the exit phase of the task.

He quickly left the room and closed the door behind him. For this phase of the task time was more of the essence than stealth. At double time he half trotted across the hallway, down the stairs, and out the front door leaving it locked behind him with no sign of entry. He quickly made his way behind the shrubs and then to the edge of the street. He took enough time to be sure that he was not spotted crossing the street or getting in the Escalade.

Once in the Escalade, Jimmy removed the NVG’s, the AKMS, and the latex gloves. He placed the dart guns back inside the briefcase, and then he slipped the key into the vehicle’s ignition and lowered the driver’s window to wait for the final few seconds.

Just as Jimmy counted one thousand two hundred ninety, the screams of a horrified woman issued forth from the house on the corner, Jimmy’s house. However, the most pleasing sound was that of an equally horrified male screaming in pain.

Jimmy turned the key in the ignition starting the engine and slipped the Escalade into reverse without turning on the headlights. The maneuver allowed him to back into the street out of the view of his house and to proceed in the opposite direction. There were no other cars on the street at that time of the night in the upscale residential neighborhood, so he drove two blocks before switching on the headlights and accelerating away from the mutilation scene.

Jimmy drove out of the residential section and out onto the main highway to rapidly drive into the projects where his actions would go unnoticed as he used an apartment building furnace to burn the evidence of his part in the task. Once the plastic bag and its contents were properly disposed, he drove back to the parking lot where he had left his Impala.

He had just locked the Escalade and reconnected the speedometer cable when he heard the dispatch call go out to patrol unit 3268 to respond to what had been reported as an assault at Jimmy’s address. The dispatcher stated that an ambulance was on the scene with an assaulted male subject and requested that an officer respond. Jimmy chuckled as he ran to his Impala. He quickly hit his key-ring remote control button to shut off the car alarm and open the driver’s door. He jumped in and started the car before grabbing the microphone of his vehicle transceiver to transmit. “3240 to dispatch, would you give that address again for the assault.”

The radio crackled and then came to life, “10-4, unit 3268 is responding to an assault at 347 Robin Street.”

“3240 responding as well, be advised that is my home address!” Jimmy yelled into the radio microphone ensuring that the dispatcher as well as patrol units could easily hear the fear in his voice.

“10-4 3240, should I have the Lieutenant respond since it may involve an officer or family?” Dispatch had gotten the message and didn’t know exactly how to react.

“That is affirmative, alert the Lieutenant of the watch and have him meet me there.” Jimmy continued to yell with a shaky tone and before letting off on the microphone key switch, he made sure he switched on the blue strobe lights and siren to allow everyone to hear that he was going code-3 with lights and siren.

Jimmy drove like a madman across town and only stopped long enough to wipe the prints off the briefcase before tossing it off the river bridge into the murky waters below. With the dart guns gone, he drove on to his house to slid into his driveway to find the blue and white patrol car already there. He jumped out and ran to the front door of the house to find a uniformed patrol officer waiting. Before Jimmy could speak, the patrol officer put out his hand and said, “Stop Detective, we have your wife in the living area. She is uninjured and doing fine but she is shaken. The paramedics have given her a sedative to allow us to question her.”

Jimmy chimed in at mid-sentence, “Question her! What do you mean question her? What do you mean she was given a sedative? That doesn’t sound like she is fine to me! I want to see my wife!”

“I can’t let you do that before the Lieutenant arrives. Don’t bust my chops over this Detective. There is a conflict of interests here.” The uniformed officer was nervous at the prospect of going head to head with a gold shield.

“Get the fuck out of my way…” Jimmy was just about to make a scene when the lights of a car hit them at the doorway. It was the Lieutenant pulling into the driveway.

The Lieutenant got out of the car and walked up to Jimmy. “Detective, I’m ordering you to go wait in your car. I’ll take it from here and talk to you in a few minutes.”

“Lieutenant, I respectfully protest. This is my house and my wife and I…” Jimmy was cut off in mid-sentence.

“I know all that Detective. You are too close to work this case. You may file a grievance with the department but for now I’m ordering you to your car and will hold you accountable if you disobey! Do you understand me?” Sternness sounded in the Lieutenant’s voice.

Jimmy looked in the Lieutenant’s face and then down at the ground, “Yes sir, but please let me talk to her once you have her statement. Not as a detective but as a husband.”

“I understand what you are asking Detective. If possible I will, but go to the car for now.” The Lieutenant tried to act compassionate.

Jimmy backed away before turning and walking to sit in his car for the next twenty minutes. Occasionally, he would get out and walk around the car smoking a cigarette for the uniformed officer to view. He was sure to act as if he was suffering from anxiety.

After the twenty minutes, the Lieutenant walked out of the house and down to Jimmy’s car. “Detective, this isn’t going to be easy but I’m just going to give it to you straight. Your wife was in the house with your best friend Timothy. They have been having an affair. They were both drinking heavily. I tested her with the PBT and got a reading of .30 ppm. That is well over twice the legal limit for drunkenness. She seems to have blacked out and doesn’t remember what happened but they must have quarreled. While he slept, she used a knife and severed his male organs. She cut off his penis and both testicles. She is being charged with assault with a deadly weapon and felony mutilation. We have the assault weapon and a confession on tape.”

Jimmy stood silent with his mouth hanging open as if in shock. After a few minutes he began stammering and finally spoke, “Mutilation? My wife and Timothy? In my house?”

“I know Detective, the husband is always the last to know, even a detective. My wife ran off with another man and I didn’t know till she left the Dear John letter. I’ll allow you to speak to her once she is in the patrol car. They should bring her out any minute.” The Lieutenant stood close by Jimmy’s side to ensure that he didn’t try to slap Kathy or even hug her. She was in custody and thus contact with family was not allowed, even for a department detective.

A few minutes later, the two uniformed officers emerged from the house with Kathy in a robe with her hands handcuffed behind her back. They had to help hold her up as they walked her to the car and placed her in the backseat. Once the door was closed the Lieutenant allowed Jimmy to go to the car window and speak through the glass.

Kathy was in a daze from the drugs, and she was talking to herself when Jimmy looked in and spoke to her, “Kathy, what happened tonight?”

“I cut off his dick and balls. I don’t know but I just woke up with a knife and his dick and balls in my hand. I was drinking but I don’t remember anything. I just had his dick and balls in my hand. There was blood everywhere. He was screaming and I was screaming and I called 911. I don’t remember. We fucked like always and went to sleep and I sucked his dick but then I woke up with it in my hand…” Kathy rattled on and on not giving time for coherent answers. She was obviously having the psychotic lapses from the dart drug, unbeknownst to the Lieutenant.

The Lieutenant pulled Jimmy by the arm and moved him away from the car. The two uniformed officers had already gotten in the car, so they started the engine and drove away leaving the Lieutenant to talk to Jimmy.

“I’m sorry detective. It’s pretty cut and dried. There was no forced entry and there was no one else in the house. There are prints on the knife that we are sure are hers. The print lab will confirm everything tomorrow. For tonight we are carrying her to central booking and the city jail. She will have to see the judge and then they will set bail. If you want to bond her out you will need a bondsman. That will be tomorrow afternoon at the soonest.

“I have to say this and you may think I am out of my place but I’m saying it as a friend not your lieutenant. If this happened to me because my wife was having sex with my best friend, I would let them both rot in jail and be happy that the doctors don’t think they can reattach the guy’s cock and balls. I’d hope she left him emasculated so both of them would have to live with what they had done, and then I’d divorce her and leave her in jail.” The Lieutenant looked into Jimmy’s eyes and then spit on the ground in a gesture of disgust.

Jimmy just stood with his mouth open for a moment before saying, “Lieutenant, I don’t know what to think. This is such a shock. I’ve seen many cases but never anything like this. I don’t know what I should do.”

“Son, I can understand that. I’m twenty years older than you and I don’t think I would either. You think about that divorce though. I’ll go and let you gather your thoughts.” With that the Lieutenant turned and walked to his car to enter and drive away.

Jimmy stood there until the Lieutenant was out of sight before going into the house. He closed and locked the door behind him before continuing upstairs to change the bloody sheets and clean the beds plastic mattress cover. When he finished, he bagged the bloody items in a garbage bag to be discarded and then picked up his wife’s picture from the nightstand to say, “Bang my best friend in our marital bed will you? Hope you like to lick pussy cause that’s all you’re going to get down at the women’s prison. As for that scumbag best friend of mine, I’m glad he didn’t bleed to death because I’ll rather enjoy watching him walk around completely emasculated for the rest of his life. Every time he sees a woman or goes to pee he will have a vivid reminder of betraying his best friend. Like I said, vengeance is best served cold!”