Detective Ramos Archives – Part 11

Elaine couldn’t believe it. This whole time the rumors were true. Nick was trying to donate money to the Dunstram’s charity that was a cover for George Dunstram’s (Tommy’s father) campaign fund.

“I tried to contact your father, little boy, but he wouldn’t answer my calls. I called and called but he ignored me, so I went to his charity event to confront him in person. I told him of my “contribution” to his fund and how I would be requesting his help every now and then once he was elected to office. Nick looked down at the tiny boy shivering next to him. He moved his hand from Tommy’s arm to his head and rubbed it almost affectionately.

“Oh but Tommy, how he spoke to me! He told me I was wrong and he wouldn’t do something that low. He said he knew the type of person I was and the awful things I did and that he didn’t want to be a part it. He had the audacity to tell me no and that I needed to get out and never speak to him again. He said if I contacted him again he would get the police involved. I warned him that it would cost him dearly if he did that. I put a lot of money into him. He said he wouldn’t if I left him alone.”

Nick looked at Elaine his eyes ablaze with rage. “But he had to send you.”

Elaine’s eyes widened. “No he didn’t! You have it all wrong!” she stuttered.

Nick ignored her. “He thought he wouldn’t be obvious, using the boy to contact you. He thought he could hide it from me, but nothing is hidden from me here. I had his phone tapped. I heard your phone call and the fake meeting to find Sonny. I sent the dog to get his son’s attention. I wanted to earn his trust to use him later. But then you got involved. I knew you were up to no good when you showed up at my Deli. I had to take the boy then to send a message but you still kept snooping around! You had to show up and look around my factory. You had to try and stop me. He thought you could stop me, but oh how wrong he was and because of his mistake his son must now die.” Tommy began to wail when Nick placed the gun at the back of his head. Elaine’s eyes searched around her for any way to escape.

“But first…you must die.” Nick pointed the gun back at Elaine. Elaine closed her eyes waiting for the last sound she would ever hear.

Instead Elaine heard another sound, a low growling that turned into loud barking. Then she heard shouts from different directions. Elaine’s eyes flew open and she noticed Nick no longer looking at her but instead was staring perplexed to her right. Before she could turn to see what caught his attention she saw Nick’s face crumple in horror. He shouted a curse as a large black furry object jumped on him knocking both Elaine and Tommy down. Elaine looked up from the snowy pavement to see Sonny’s teeth clamped down on the arm that Nick held his gun. Nick screamed in pain and dropped the gun with a clatter to the ground.

Chaos ensued. Nick’s henchmen all started shouting at once, unsure of what to do. They attempted to shout over Nick’s screams and Sonny’s growls but their voices were drowned out. A shot rang out and Elaine ducked covering her head. Nick howled in pain and rage.

To Be Continued….

Pro Love; Anti Hate

The absence of emotions matters to them
The presence of enforcement matters to none
As a treasure chest filled with different gems
All our people are valuable not to be shunned
We continue to point fingers and condemn
The battle we are fighting can not be won
If we allow the hate in our hearts to consume
We can only win when we allow love room

Detective Ramos Archives – Part 10

“Where is he?” Nick seethed into Elaine’s ear. The cold barrel of the gun pressed against her temple. Elaine closed her eyes and took a deep breathe. When she opened them she stared straight into Nick’s icy gaze.

Shivering Elaine responded “I don’t know.” Her chest hurt from her pounding heart. Facing down the barrel of a gun was extremely stressful. Nick sucked in the air between his teeth then let out a deep sigh.

“I’m tired of your games Detective. Goodbye.” Elaine heard the click of the gun and she braced herself for the shot.

“No! Don’t hurt her!” Elaine’s eyes searched for the small voice she heard. Her stomach dropped as to her horror she saw Tommy emerge from behind a dumpster. Tommy’s whole body trembled as he put his hands up. “Please don’t hurt her.”

“Nick, please let him go.” Elaine pleaded. “You don’t need him. It’s me you need to deal with.”

Nick ignored Elaine as he snapped at the men around him. “Go get the boy!” He growled. When he looked back at Elaine the coldness in his eyes froze her in place. “This is not about you. I need him not you but since you want to make other people’s business your business you have made yourself involved. And therefore my priority.”

Elaine’s eyes darted between Tommy and Nick. Her mind raced thinking of any possible way she could get both of them out of this alive. Or at least Tommy. Her heart ached for him. He was innocent and didn’t deserve to be involved in this. The men dragged Tommy’s small frame easily and placed him in front of Nick. Without removing the gun from her temple, he snatched Tommy with his other hand and gripped his arm. He pulled the shivering boy to his side.

“Please don’t do this. You don’t have to do this.” Elaine’s eyes begged with the cold glint in Nick’s eyes.

Tommy whimpered as Nick squeezed his arm tighter.

“Detective…Detective. If you had only minded your own business.” He smirked. “This had nothing to do with you. I wasn’t going to even hurt the boy. I have given him every treat and junk food he could ever want. I let him watch all the TV he wanted. He played video games all day. Isn’t that right Tommy?” When Tommy didn’t respond he roughly shook him.

“Yes.” Tommy mumbled.

“That’s right Tommy. I was so good to you wasn’t I? I just wanted to scare your father that’s all.” Nick’s face darkened, his smile growing larger and more malicious with each word. “But your father didn’t want to cooperate with me. I could have helped him. I knew his charity was just a cover. I knew all the money went to him to help fund his campaign. I could have helped him before he got caught. The rumors were already out, it was only a matter of time. That’s why I donated to his charity. I was going to help him get elected and he was going to help me take over the city.”

Elaine gasped. So the rumors were true.

To Be Continued…

Detective Ramos Archives – Part 9

Elaine’s muscles ached as she stood in the middle of the box truck waiting for the door to open. It felt like hours had passed when she finally heard the latch move and the door slowly slide open. Without thinking Elaine jumped at the first shadowy figure she saw and yelled “Run!” at Tommy before sinking her fist into the face of the person she jumped on. The man yelled in surprise and anger as she tumbled on the ground. She saw a leg kick at her and she rolled away in time before it connected. As she stood on shaky legs she felt cold steel against her neck. She quickly turned and grabbed at the gun but in the struggle it fell with a clatter and skidded underneath the truck. A large hand came across Elaine’s face and she fell to the ground.

She struggled to get up quickly, tasting blood on her lips. She whirled around to find three large men staring furiously back at her. One man was on his knees, a large lump on the side of his face. The way he surveyed her angrily she guessed that was the one she had jumped on. She noticed the other two men were holding guns haphazardly at their sides, unsure of what to do. Before she could move she saw Nick storm around the side of the truck.

“What’s going on?” He yelled agitatedly. Elaine did a cursory glance at her surroundings. She was on some type of shipyard loading dock. She could see the ships and ocean to her left and to her right were rows of warehouses dusted with grimy snow. The dirty snow reminded her that she had no jacket on and the biting wind chilled her to her bones causing her to shiver. She looked back around at the truck and was relieved to find Tommy gone. She hoped he escaped.

Nick looked at the odd scene in front of him and stood still waiting for an answer. “Patno!” he yelled at the man on his knees. “What happened?”

The man on his knees stood. “As soon as we opened the truck she jumped out and punched me!” He answered heatedly.

“Didn’t you tie her up?” Nick asked exasperated.

“Yes.” All three men nodded.

“Well obviously not good enough!” Nick walked to the back of the truck peering inside. “Where’s the boy?”

The three men looked at each other in alarm. “He was in there when we left.” The one named Patno responded as he walked up to the truck and jumped in to look around. All three men began searching for Tommy. When it was obvious that he was not inside or around the truck Nick rounded on Elaine and stalked toward her eyes blazing.

“Where is he?” he bellowed loudly enough to echo off the surrounding buildings making Elaine’s teeth chatter.

“Who?” She asked innocently. Nick strode up to her and slapped her with the back of his hand. Elaine’s mouth filled with blood.

“I won’t ask you again. Where is he?” Nick raised his hand but Elaine remained silent staring defiantly at him before spitting the blood in her mouth at his face. Nick opened his eyes slowly grabbing a tissue from his pocket and wiping the blood from his face. He let out a low breath. “Fine we will do this the hard way.” He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket producing a gun. He calmly walked up to Elaine and pushed the gun into her temple. Elaine closed her eyes as she felt the cold metal rub against the side of her head. Nick breathed heavily into her ear. “Where is he?”

To Be Continued…

Stop!

Stop!
I yell to the bright eyed boy
Whose outstretched hands
Are within danger’s ploy
His small, anxious fingers
Wriggle, writhe & want
All the things he wants but can not

Stop!
I scream to the curly head
Who runs around my bed
Trying to jump & climb
& just have fun
But whose mom is too uptight
To allow him to run

Stop!
I beg to the chubby feet I chase
Who just had chocolate ice cream to taste
His lit up eyes open wide in wonder
At his mom’s yell that sounds like thunder
All he wanted to do with his sticky mouth
Is to rub it clean all over her white couch

Stop…
I whisper to his sleeping angelic face
Wondering where the day went; why it felt like such a waste
Yelling, screaming & begging tiny little hands
To stop touching everything within his grasp
His boyish ways will soon come to an end
His small chubby hands grow large with abandon
His tiny feet won’t run across the floor
They will soon be gone & out the door
Why do I realize at the end of the day
I don’t have much longer to cuddle him this way
And all that frustration will be gone in memory wisps
And I will miss his boyish antics & this tiny face I kiss.

Detective Ramos Archives – Part 8

Elaine was awoken by a throbbing pain in her head. She attempted to open her eyes but was instantly hit with a wave of pain that made her nauseous. She attempted to lift her arms to hold her aching head but found she couldn’t move them. As her body adjusted to the pain and her brain cleared she started to hear movement around her. Small shuffling was coming from her right accompanied by a low rumbling noise. She could feel herself swaying slightly. Finally she was able to slowly open her eyes only to find her surroundings pitch black. The only light she encountered was a dim sliver to her left. From her surroundings she figured she must be in a box truck.

She moaned as her body creaked with the effort to get up from lying on her side. Elaine heard a small gasp in front of her. “Who’s there?” she croaked.

“Are you alive?” a tiny voice trembled.

“Tommy?” Relief flooded Elaine. “Tommy are you ok?” She attempted to reach out in the darkness to hold the small boy but found her hands were tied behind her back. She heard scraping as Tommy scooted toward her.

“I’m ok.” He whispered. “But I’m really scared.”

“It’s ok. I’m here and I’m going to help you.”

“How? You’re tied up I saw them do it.”

Elaine wasn’t sure. She began to think quickly of an escape plan. She felt the binding around her wrist and realized it was a zip tie. If only she could find something sharp.

“Tommy I need you’re help. Did you see what was in here?”

“I don’t know. I just saw blankets and a box that smells like hamburgers.”

“Ok, can you feel around and see if there is anything sharp?”

“I don’t know.” Tommy began to whimper.

“Tommy, listen to me. It’s going to be ok but I need you to stay calm. Please just feel around and see if you can find something sharp. If I can cut myself loose I can get you out of here but I need you to be a big boy and do this for me.”

Tommy’s whimpers subsided. “I have a pocket knife in my backpack my daddy gave me for my birthday. It has a bunch of cool stuff on it and a knife.”

“Perfect! Bring it to me please and hurry!” She heard Tommy shuffle across the truck and back and return to her side. She could hear him digging in his bag for a few minutes when he finally placed something cold and smooth in her cupped hands. Elaine flipped open the knife and began working quickly sawing at the zip tie. After a few minutes of awkward, sweaty grunt work she was able to free herself. Rubbing her sore wrists she quickly stood and walked to her left to the sliver of light. It was the truck door. She felt around hoping to find a latch or handle but only realized they must be locked inside.

Suddenly the truck jerked to a halt sending Elaine and Tommy tumbling to the ground. She heard the engine die and doors slam. Two muffled voices began moving around outside. Elaine grabbed the backpack and shoved it into Tommy’s hands as she helped him up.

“Tommy, when this door opens I am going to jump out and surprise them. When I do you need to jump down and run away as fast as you can and try to hide. I will distract them so you can get away. When it’s safe go find help and don’t stop until you do. Do you understand?”

“What about you?”

“I’ll be ok just do as I say, promise?

“Promise.”

“Good, now get behind me. Remember run as fast as you can.” She grabbed the little boy’s trembling arms and guided him behind her. She positioned herself near the middle of the truck door. Her nerves on edge she was like a lion ready to pounce. She just hoped this plan worked.

To Be Continued…

First Day of Spring

Flowers bloom in hues of red, pink, purple, blue
a sea of green grass broken by dark brown dirt.
The sweet smelling earth and flowers loved by you
I stare at sadly as tears roll down my shirt.
The soft dirt I stand in swallows up my shoe
just to listen to the final words is work.
Leaning over to toss the flowers I bring
walking through this haze of the first day of spring.