Part One - Evil Times 3 - Chapter Ten
The Twenty-Second Precinct – 4:26 p.m.
“Look, Mr. Mosher, I don’t much like this any better than you do, but I do need your full participation in this. Things will run much smoother for you, and for us, if you will just answer a few questions.”
“Ms. Baker ….”
“That’s Lieutenant Baker to you, if you don’t mind.”
Mosher glared at her for less than a second, then turned on his lawyerly charm.
“My sincerest apologies. As I was about to say, I’m not incredibly happy about being hauled out of my own office in the middle of the afternoon and held here against my will, especially on some trumped-up charges of pornography and pandering. My God, what is wrong with you people?
“I’m the Deputy District Attorney, for heaven’s sake, and to remind you; I will be running for the governorship next year. If this gets out, and the press gets wind of it; I will see to it that you explain your actions and will demand you resign from the force for this fool-hardy stunt. Do I make myself clear?”
“Quite clear. Are you finished?”
Mosher started to get out of the interrogation chair.
Baker pushed lightly on his shoulder with one finger.
“Not so fast. First off, do any of these people ring a bell with you?”
Baker threw a dozen photographs on the table showing Fred Allen Mosher in one heavily graphic sex scene after another. Half showed him giving it to a much younger man; the other half, he was getting it from the now deceased Marianne Olster.
Mosher’s swagger disappeared. His skin went an ashen gray, and a clammy light film of sweat covered him completely.
“How? Where did you get these? Where did they come from? I never knew these existed.”
“Marianne Olster’s apartment. I’m sure you recognize the deceased as well as her apartment. Thing is, we found these and other pictures in her now, not so private stash of filth.”
“I never knew she had these. I can’t believe this.”
“Believe it. Now, answer a few questions I have and if I like the answers, you are a free man. You can walk away and take that trash with you.”
“Did you ever know of any other political power players to frequent her apartment?”
“A few, but I never had discussions with those people. We had our own agenda.”
“But you do know who they are. Which few?”
“The young man in the picture is a Third Ward Representative. We met through Marianne. With her, for the right price, all your fantasies can be reached.”
“It doesn’t matter any longer, but there was of course the mayor, and former Lieutenant Governor Clyde Mercury. A couple of judges, none from our county and two of them were from Ohio. The rest are from upstate. Truthfully, I do not know their names.”
“Did the Mayor ever mention to you or to anyone you know about him having enemies?”
“Anyone in politics will have at least one, but to go as far as murder? None I can recall him ever mentioning that would be a threat to his life.”
“What about you?”
“No. Well, if you consider all those I’ve prosecuted over the years, I’m sure there are bound to be some. I have, in the past, received death threats from prison, but that’s been five years ago. Right now? None I would consider to be a danger.”
“Then you had better start thinking. We have a hunch you are on this killer’s hit list of people to do.”
“I demand protection then!”
Ed spoke up.
“Settle down, Mr. Mosher. We can offer you protection in one of two ways. One is if you witness an actual crime that could endanger your life as well as those lives around you. The second, if you are a state or federal official.”
“There you are, then. That includes me.”
“No, it doesn’t”
In walked Captain Todd and Rodgers. Captain Todd was holding a sworn statement in his right hand.
“Mr. Mosher,” said Captain Todd, “pay close attention to what I’m about to tell you because I dislike repeating myself. You only get one shot at this.
“Please read this sworn statement carefully, and then sign it at the bottom. Failure to do so, and Detective Rodgers has a warrant for your arrest, signed by Judge Blake, not more than ten minutes ago. Read him the charges.”
Rodgers pulled out the warrant from inside his coat pocket.
“It states you are to be placed under arrest for pandering, and engaging in illicit and illegal sexual activity, and also engaging with those not of legal age; and endangering their lives, according to our state laws, and revised status.”
Rodgers looked at Mosher.
“You know the law, and you know what sentence this carries. You also know that if you go to prison, your odds of survival aren't all that good.”
Captain Todd spoke again.
“In signing this statement of facts, you will effectively and immediately resign from office, and will no longer declare yourself a candidate for the governorship, or any future seat, or to hold any public position in the future. And not just in New York, but in any state.
“Once you comply with those instructions, you will get your protection, but not before, and the warrant will not be issued.”
Mosher was trapped, and he knew it.
Inwardly, Baker’s heart was doing handstands.
Freddy’s Apartment - 10:45 p.m.
“These past few days have certainly been, oh, how do I want to put it; festive, perhaps? Then festive it is.
“Most of the liars and cheaters are gone. I will get rid of more, but I must devise something soon to keep that lady-cop, Baker‒‒oh how nice; another B-word.
“I need something to keep her off my ass other than slit her fucking throat as well. Baker-baker-baker-baker. How cute! But BUTT-BAKER is going to have to meet her maker.
“After I finish her, that is, not until after I use her first. A delicious thought to say the least. A pity she doesn’t have bigger tits.
“But she isn’t a liar. She’s not a thief or a cheater; and she is far removed from being a sick degenerate. I must have a solid reason to kill this bitch.”
He smiled as he pushed the button on his remote and both television and DVD player came on at the same time.
What began to play gave him great personal pleasure as he watched the many pictures he had taken from each kill. He first loaded them onto his computer, then transferred them to a CD. His personal cache. Hundreds of them and not all of them just from his recent kills.
Freddy knew his days were limited in Montie, for it wouldn’t be long before he would get a message by special courier to take on another professional hit. That one would pay him handsomely, just as the more than 133 already have. The ones he kills now are for free. His way of keeping society and the neighborhood safer.
He poured himself a glass of white Zinfandel, then looked at his watch.
Two more minutes.
Chopin was playing in the background; a strong thunderous series of crescendos, bouncing off the walls surrounding him, when his phone rang.
He looked at the incoming call.
Betty in Holland. On time as usual. Time to change over.
“Hello, Donald! I do hope you are ready to play, big boy. I am so wet, just thinking about tonight.”
Freddy sat naked with an erection. But that didn’t come about because of Betty’s call, but her words would help him finish what he started.
Looking at the pictures as they flashed by on the screen, along with Betty’s most sensual and lusty voice, he shuddered.
Freddy’s Apartment - Midnight and the News
“In a hastily called news conference, Fredrick Allen Mosher, resigned this afternoon as Deputy District Attorney after fourteen years of service.
“Mr. Mosher has also effectively withdrawn his campaign to run for the state’s highest office next year.
“He cites personal family issues, and stated it was regrettable he had to vacate his position om such short notice, has also stated he has no future political plans.
“In other news, county officials are saying the expansion plans for the new convention center are being delayed until….”
Freddy shut the television off and threw the remote at the sixty-inch screen in a blind rage.
“Resign? Resign? Refuckingsign! You sniveling incompetent cocksucker for a human being! Do you think that will stop me because you suddenly caught a conscious!
“Your ass is still mine, but we’ll let the state bury it along with the rest of your sorry self.
“Perhaps I’ll take something from you to add to my temporary collection.
“I am so going to enjoy this, but you won’t. But I will take my time with you very slowly.
“Slow and slower.”