To Serve and Protect

By: BJ Williams
(© 2013-2014 by the author)
Edited by: Gerry Young

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Chapter 8

 “Sorry I’m late, but there was an incident at the hospital and…”

“Is Andy alright?” a panicked Thom asked as he turned to face Jeanine.

Craig looked around and hurried them into his office, making sure that his door was not only closed, but locked.

“Now tell us, how is Officer Butler and the boy?” Craig asked as he took a seat at his desk and motioned to the empty chairs before it.

“Andy’s fine, but there was no guard outside the room when I arrived and near panicked,” she said looking at Thom and Craig. “When I went into Andy’s room, I found the guard inside the room with Andy and the boy,” she told them. “I know Mark, he’s the guard that was supposed to be protecting them, but this one, I did not know. And when I was about to question his being there, Dr. Smyth came in and he began talking right away about Andy.”

“So what about this guard, who was he?” Craig asked.

“He claimed to be Mark’s replacement, and when I questioned him concerning Mark, he told me that Mark had been in a car accident on his way to the hospital. Mark had supposedly called in and this guard was sent to relieve Adam; he’s the day guard,” she explained.

“What about after, did you detain him or at least question him further?” Thom asked and she shook her head.

“With all that was going on with Andy’s moaning, I just told him to go wait outside and I would talk to him in a moment and when I finally did get a chance to talk to him, he was nowhere to be found. It wasn’t bad enough that I did not recognize him, but something about him did not look right.”

“It was him, it had to be, and I bet that he was trying to finish off Andy and Jamie, even though, Jamie is…”  Thom refused to say 'brain dead'; it made it too final. “So where is Mark, you said that he was supposed to be there, where is he now?” Thom inquired.

“I don’t know, because I immediately called headquarters and was told that as far as they knew, Mark should already be on duty at the hospital.”

Thom turned to Craig, who was quietly listening to Jeanine and Thom as they conferred.

“Where is he tonight? I didn't see him at roll call,” Thom asked.

“He called out, something about his wife being seriously ill and he needed to take her to the hospital,” Craig related to Thom and Jeanine.

“The killer is married?” Jeanine questioned Craig. “Why wasn’t I told about this?

“Let’s not convict him without a trial, because so far he’s just a person of interest. And yes, he’s married and has been for some years. But, from what I have gathered about him, she is a drunk and in a drunken state most of the time, and he has ‘outside interests’ if you know what I mean,” both Thom and Jeanine looked at him, as if wondering where he got his information. “Don’t go looking at me like that, Thom; I’m only repeating what I have heard around the locker

“What about Andy, who is guarding the room?” Thom asked.

“I was there until Kyle Hibbard arrived, and yes, I know him. I alerted him that the killer might make another attempt at gaining access to Andy and…” she stopped talking when the Craig’s telephone rang.

He picked it up, said hello and then listened as whoever it was that called, spoke. Both Thom and Jeanine knew that whatever he heard was not good, because he had a look of dismay on his face.

“It’s Jamie; evidently this guard did one thing that got past both the doctor and you. It seems that he pulled the plug to the machines that had been keeping Jamie on life support at some point while he was there. He’s been declared dead,” he morosely told them.

Jeanine noticed that Thom took the news hard, because his eyes had glossed over. She placed a hand on his arm and gave him a gentle squeeze and a look that said, ‘I’m sorry’.

“By the way, before I forget, I have alerted vice that they are to pick up and detain in protective custody, any and all hustlers that they come across, until we can catch him or acquire enough evidence to arrest him; at the least, we can remove any possible victims.”

When he had said that, it gave Thom an idea, as to how catch this cop, and catch him red handed.

“I have an idea that I want to run past you both,” Thom said as he first looked to Craig, and then Jeanine.

He explained his idea to them and although Craig felt strongly against it, Jeanine gave Thom a look, a slight nod of her head, and then agreed with Craig. Thom knew what that nod meant, it meant that we’ll talk about this once away from here.

“It’s not that I don’t think it’ll work, Thom, but I refuse to endanger another civilian.

“But he’s a dead ringer for Andy, and…” Craig said.

I know how badly you want to apprehend him, but we need to do it by the book and without non-police personnel. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a ton of paperwork to do that needs to get to the mayor, who has been hounding me for it.”

Jeanine and Thom nodded and quietly left the office.

“Let’s go to my car where we can talk freely without being overheard,” she told him.

They walked without talking, not wanting for even another officer to overhear them and possibly repeat what they heard, which could get back to their suspect.

“Ok, now tell me about this dead ringer you have in mind to use,” she asked once they were situated in the car.

“His name is Eric and like I said, he resembles Andy so much that one would have to do a double take to assure yourself that he’s not. Also, if we keep the lights dim in the room, he won’t be able to tell that it’s not Andy.”

“Is he reliable?”

“Very, and I’ve used him a few times before in sting operations, but Craig doesn’t know that. He’s eighteen, handsome like Andy and about the same height and weight. His hair is the only thing different; his is long, to his shoulders, while Andy wears his high and tight, but he’s willing to cut it.”

“Ah … so you have discussed this with him,” she ascertained.

“I did, but he doesn’t know the actual specifics, but he and Andy have been together sexually before and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to catch our killer.”

“When can I meet him, I would like to see first hand how much he resembles Andy, before I make a decision.”

“We can go right now if you want, because I would like to get this set up as soon as possible,” Thom told her.

Thom gave her Eric’s address and she drove them there, as they continued to talk about the case.

“Do you really think that he’ll make another attempt at Andy?” she asked and Thom nodded.

“I do, and that’s why I want to switch Eric for Andy, before he tries again. At least Eric will be alert to what is going on around him and can react.”

“So run it by one more time, Thom, what your plan is.”

“We’ll quietly move Andy across the hall to aroom that is empty and put Eric in the bed that was occupied by Andy. We know that he likes to rape his victims as he’s killing them, so all that Eric will have on is the hospital gown. You and I will be waiting in the bathroom that is attached to the room. I will have a camera set up to focus on the bed and be watching from the bathroom on a monitor. Once he tries something that proves he’s the killer, we’ll rush out and nab him.”

“It’s a sound plan, but…”

“But what? It can’t fail,” Thom stated.

“Even the best of plans fail, Thom.

“Don’t you think that I have considered that? That is why I plan to have a panic button under the covers where Eric can simply push it to signal that he needs help.”

“Smart,” she said as she pulled the car to the curb.

“Wow, this is a pretty well to do neighborhood,” she mentioned as she took in the large, well kept, Victorian homes that lined the street. “Not bad for a hustler,” she added.

“He’s not a hustler; this house was left to him by his grandparents. He’s a college freshman and has never hustled a day in his life.

As they walked up the walk to the front, wrap around porch, Eric, as if sensing them, opened the front door. He had already had his hair cut and Jeanine gasped at his resemblance to Andy.

“Dead ringer, Thom? If I didn’t know that Andy was lying in a coma at the hospital, I would swear that it was him, there,” she confessed. "This boy is an exact look-alike for Andy," she added, shaking her head in disbelief at the resemblance.

 “Hey Thom, come on in,” Eric said and stepped aside to let them pass. “High, I’m Eric Williams,” he said to Jeanine as he offered his hand to her.

“Lt. Jeanine Campbell,” she replied as she shook his hand. “I must tell you, that you really are an exact replica of Andrew Butler, right down to the haircut.”

“Yeah what gives with the haircut, Eric,” Thom asked as Eric motioned to sit.

“I kinda figured that you would be using me, so I had it cut by the same guy that does Andy’s, and I gotta tell you, he even gave me a double take.”

“So I take it that you are alright with this, you know, Thom’s plan to trap our killer?” Jeanine asked.

“More than alright with it, because, and I don’t know if Thom told you, but Andy and I kinda had a thing going a few years ago. Even though we aren’t boyfriends, we remained friends.”

“Well then…” Thom asked, looking at Jeanine as he waited for her approval.

She still wasn’t sure that she liked using a civilian, but what else did they have? It would be another day before the uniforms were returned and that could mean Andy’s life if they waited.

“Of course you know that we’ll be right in the bathroom, which is attached to the room,” Eric nodded. “Then what are we waiting for?” she asked and stood.

Eric grabbed his keys from the table beside the door and after following them out, closed and locked the door, before handing the keys to Thom for safe keeping.

*        *        *

Once they arrived at the hospital, Aaron met them and directed them into his private apartment, where they introduced Eric to him.

“My God, Thom: if I didn’t know better, I'd swear that Eric was Andy,” he said as his eyes took in the young man. “I think your plan will work,” he said with a smile to Thom.

Jeanine watched the body language that went on between Thom and Aaron, the soft touch of a hand to an arm as well as how Aaron looked at him as if they were lovers or more, and she knew that there had to be something going on between them.

“I have already transferred Andy, across the hall to an empty room. I did it right after the incident with the guard,” he told him.

“Thank you,” Thom and Jeanine both said together.

“Now let’s get Eric set up and go down to Andy’s old room,” Aaron said as he stood up, and walked over to his desk, where he made a call.

A few minutes later, an orderly arrived and pushed a gurney into the room. He nodded to Jeanine, who returned the nod. His name was Alan Carter, who was a state trooper that was posing as an orderly. He was assigned for the duration of Andy’s stay to the hospital, where he would be used if Andy needed to be taken for tests.

“Alan, take the gurney and Eric into the next room and get him ready,” she instructed him, Eric followed the officer into the bedroom.

Jeanine went over and over the plan with Thom and Aaron, while Alan prepared Eric for the sting.

“I have a gown here for you to wear,” Alan pulled the gown out from under the pillow that sat on the sheet-covered gurney.

Eric was smitten by the orderly’s looks and wondered if he…

“Do I leave on my underwear?” Eric asked and blushed when his eyes met Alan’s.

“No, everything needs to be removed,” Alan, too, noticed how handsome Eric was and diverted his face; he, too, was blushing.

Eric saw the bathroom and stepped inside to undress. It wasn’t that he was shy, but he needed to hide his erection, which seemed to suddenly arise. Once he was naked, he looked around for the gown, but then remembered that he had left it sitting on the gurney.

“I forgot the gown,” he said as he peaked around the slightly opened bathroom door.

“It's right here,” Alan told him but did not bring it to him.

‘Hmmm, he wants to see me naked,’ he thought and pulled the door fully open as he entered the bedroom.

Alan turned when Eric stepped into the room and gasped, Eric stood there in all his naked glory with an erection. He looked from the erection, to Eric’s eyes, and then back to the erection. He blushed.

“Ah… you’ll need to make that go down before…” he stammered as he kept his eyes fixated on Eric’s sex.

“That’s going to be a problem, Alan,” he paused to walk over to the man. “There is only one way to make that happen and…” he said, while he kept his eyes locked with Alan’s.

“OH!” Alan huskily whispered and lowered his eyes to Eric’s cock, which was leaking profusely from the head’s slit.

“I don’t think that something like this falls under your job description, but could you help me out here?” Eric asked as he placed his hands on Alan’s shoulders.

He gave a slight push, and the officer dropped to his knees, he looked up at Eric with his mouth slightly opened. Eric moved forward, his hand pushed his cock down and waited… Alan fully engulfed it as he placed his hands on the cheeks of Eric’s ass.

Eric moved his own hands to Alan’s shoulders and began thrusting his engorged member into the trooper’s mouth. Eric could tell that Alan was no novice, because he sucked his cock way to well for that.

“Mmmmm,” Eric moaned as his cock moved precariously in and out of Alan’s hot, wet mouth.

It had been a while since Eric had last had sex and with the way that Alan was pleasuring his cock, he knew that it would not take long before he erupted. Alan moved a finger across his cheek and into the valley that separated them, thrusting it into his opening. Eric lunged forward, impaling Alan as his cock fully went down his throat.

Alan moved his finger deeper until he felt what he was looking for, Eric’s prostate. He massaged it and soon he had Eric moaning again.

“I… I’m gonna shoot,” Eric warned and Alan fully swallowed the swollen member as Eric erupted.

Alan kept massaging the prostate while Eric continued shooting his seed across Alan’s tongue and down his throat. Eric was thankful that he had clung to Alan’s shoulders, because his legs felt as if they were about to give out.

“Wow, that was awesome, Alan,” Eric gasped as he pulled his cock free of the man.

“My pleasure, not that I do this sort of thing regularly,” he was quick to say as he stood to his feet. “It’s been a while since I had a man or even did this,” he quickly added.

“You can’t be telling me that a man with your good looks doesn’t have a partner at home waiting for him,” Eric asked and Alan shook his head.

“I had one, but he and I parted ways, he liked cock too much to stay faithful to just me,” he confided as he licked his lips, catching some sperm that had escaped.

“Wait, you missed some,” Eric said and used his tongue to lick away his sperm for Alan’s chin.

Alan used the chance; he placed his hand to the nape of Eric’s neck and pulled him into a heated kiss.

“When this is all done here, how about us getting together,” he asked Eric who nodded.

“I’d like that, Alan,” he said and smiled as Alan helped him on with the gown.

Once he had Eric on the gurney and covered, he wheeled him out to where the others waited.

“I was about to go see what was taking you so long,” Thom said and when he looked at Eric, he knew. “Well, are we all ready, because it's show time?” he asked as he looked at Jeanine and Aaron, who both nodded.

Jeanine and Thom followed the gurney, while Aaron walked ahead of it.

“When did you wheel him out,” the guard asked suspiciously of the team.

“Before you came on, he’s been downstairs for tests,” Jeanine lied, she hated lying but she wasn’t about to take a chance that someone might be listening. “Now you can return to headquarters, I will be sitting guard duty for the rest of the night,” she said, which wasn’t an actual lie, because she would be doing guard duty, but from inside the room.

He nodded and left as they moved Eric into the room. They got Eric situated and when everyone was about to take their places. Aaron gave Thom a quick kiss, and paid no mind to the others that watched them as they kissed.

“Now you be careful, babe, I don’t want anything to happen to you,” he cautioned Thom, who stood there with a huge smile on his face, blushing.

“Oh, but it’s alright if something happens to me, right?” Eric asked from the bed, which caused the others to turn towards him.

“Never, I’ll be right outside guarding your cute ass,” Alan said, then lowered his face to Eric’s and kissed him.

He blushed when he realized that the others were there and listening to their exchange. “Ah...”

“Skip it, we already guessed what went on, back in the bedroom,” Jeanine told him and gave him a curt look. “We’ll discuss it later,” she informed him and went with Thom into the bathroom to wait.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, handsome. My only regret is that I didn’t grab a coffee before we got here. Oh well, I’ll get a nurse to get me one once I take my place outside.”

“You be careful, too, I don’t want to lose you, now that we found each other,” Eric kissed him one last time before letting Alan go.

*        *        *

He stood before the mirror and admired his work in the reflection. He had on a blond wig, a nurse’s dress, which made him look like woman. He was a beautiful one, but he looked the part that he wanted. He dabbed a bit of his wife’s makeup on, which he pilfered after she nodded off because of the sedative he had slipped into her glass of booze.

“There, no one will ever know that you're a man,” he was pleased with his handiwork.

He slid on the pair of white oxfords and left his house. He had purposely left the front porch light off; he did not want the nosey neighbors to see him as he left. It took him twenty minutes to drive to the hospital and another ten, as he sought a parking spot and walked to the building. He waited patiently at the elevator and even tolerated a janitor who flirted with him.

‘I may have missed my calling,’ he thought as he flirted back, and thought how he could pick up men as a drag queen.

He exited on Andy’s floor and quickly went to the little room, where the nurses and doctors had a coffee pot brewing. He poured the dark liquid into a disposable cup and pulled out a small vial of sleeping agent from his pocket. He poured it into the coffee and gave it a stir. He placed the lid on and made sure that he grabbed a couple of sugar packets as well as a few creamers before he left the room.

“Good evening, officer, how about a coffee,” he said as he held out the cup to the man.

“Well aren’t you sweet, I would love a coffee,” he said as he accepted the cup, along with the sugar and creamer. “I was going to ask someone if they would get me one. Thanks,” he said.

He watched as Alan fixed his coffee and took the empty packets and creamers and walked off.

Depending on how quickly he drinks it, I’d say that he’ll be out within fifteen minutes.

Alan sat back and slowly sipped the coffee as he read a current newspaper.

“Dammit man, drink the fucking coffee already,” he whispered from the nurse’s desk, where he had full view of the man.

Time seemed to crawl as he stood there pretending to go over patient’s charts, while he kept his eyes glancing at Alan. He let out a sigh when he saw Alan tip the cup fully up, signifying that he had drunk the last of the liquid.

Again, time felt like it was crawling as he stood waiting for the drug to work and gasped when he saw that Alan’s head was drooping. He slowly walked down the corridor and paused beside Alan.

“Officer,” he asked and gave Alan a gentle nudge. “Sweet,” he whispered when he realized that Alan was fully under the drug's power.

He gazed back at the nurse’s desk and when he realized that whatever nurses were there, were busy, he slipped into the room, where he quietly closed and locked the door behind him.

“Finally,” he whispered as he approached the bed where Eric lay.

He gently pulled the blanket and sheet back, before he pulled the gown up past Eric’s stomach. He knew that time was of the essence, but he wanted sex with Andy first, before he killed him. He quickly turned Eric onto his stomach and undid the ties that held the gown in place.

He lifted the hem of his dress until he had it up past his own stomach, which exposed his hardened cock. He hurriedly climbed onto the bed; he spread Eric’s legs apart and as he took a deep breath, fully thrust his cock deep into Eric’s ass. Eric had all he could do to restrain himself and not react to the sudden impalement.

“Let’s go,” Thom whispered to Jeanine, but she shook her head at him.

“Not yet, we need to wait until he pulls out the tie,” she explained.

They stood there watching as the man raped Eric. No one had told him that rape might be a part of his part in this plan. They watched as the killer hurriedly fucked Eric, knowing that they were helpless to stop until he tried to kill Eric.

“I don’t know how he’s doing it, pretending to be unconscious while that man fucks him so hard,” Jeanine said more than asked.

They stood staring at the small screen and when they could tell by his rhythm that he was close to climaxing, they wondered if he would try to kill him. Finally, he pulled a necktie from a pocket on his dress. He kept his rhythmic thrusts going as he wrapped the tie around Eric’s neck and began to pull.

Instinctively, Eric reached up and began digging at the tie, as he tried to get his fingers beneath it.

“Ah yes, that’s it Butler, wake up in time to die,” he said and then gasped as he was torn from Eric’s body and thrown to the floor, by Thom.

Thom quickly straddled him and began pounding away at his face. Jeanine, who had pushed the panic button, was frantically trying to turn Eric over. Eric’s eyes were wide open and he was gasping frantically as he tried to breathe. Jeanine ran to the door, unlocked it and stepped out into the hall, where she noticed Alan asleep with his head resting against the wall.

“Help... I need help in here,” she screamed out and Aaron, along with a nurse came rushing from the room across the hall where Andy lay in a coma.

Aaron went directly to Eric’s side and examined him, while Jeanine moved to Thom’s.

“Thom stop... you’re gonna kill him,” Jeanine yelled as she tried to pull Thom off of Jonas.

Jonas lay in a bloody heap on the floor; his face and hands were covered with blood from the beating Thom had given him.

“Eric,” Thom gasped out when he remembered him.

“He’s going to be fine,” Aaron said as he helped Eric to sit. “He’s traumatized but no permanent physical damage was done.”

“Thank God for that,” he said. “And where is Alan, he should have been...”

“Jonas drugged him; he’s asleep outside the door,” Jeanine told him and looked over at Aaron. “I want a blood sample taken from him and tested for whatever knocked him out,” she ordered.

“On it,” the nurse said and left the room.

Jeanine placed handcuffs on Jonas before she allowed Aaron to attend to his face. He disliked the man immensely, but the oath he had taken when he became a doctor, did not let him walk away without first seeing to his wounds.

“He may have a broken nose, but the cuts are superficial,” he said as he cleaned away the blood and applied butterfly strips to the cuts.

“I’ll sue you for police brutality,” Jonas screamed at Thom, who was on the phone, which was beside the bed, talking to Craig.

“I didn’t call it in over the radio because I don’t want any reporters here,” Thom said and Jeanine assumed that Craig was questioning Thom why he was on the phone, as opposed to the police radio. “Yes, it was Jonas Cambridge and I’ll be bringing him in,” he listened as Craig spoke. “Fine, send a cruiser, but Lt. Campbell has her car here, I will be accompanying him to the station,” again he listened. “I’m sorry but we won’t be here,” he said and hung up on Craig.

He hung up and gave hard, murderous look at Jonas, who had now been cuffed and was seated on a chair.

“Craig wanted to send a cruiser to pick us up,” Thom said. “I think he wants all the glory and if I know him, he’ll have the place swamped with reporters.”

“Well here’s a news flash, because Jonas is a cop, we’re taking him to my headquarters and together, we will grab all the credit,” she informed him as she yanked Jonas to his feet. “Let’s go, you take him while I bring my car around,” she said and together, they removed Jonas from the room.

“You can’t leave me alone with him... he’ll kill me and say that I was trying to escape,” Jonas whined and Thom laughed at him.

“Hell no, I am going to enjoy seeing your ass tossed into Walpole, where, once the general population hears you’re a cop, they’ll kill you,” he shoved him out the door.

Thom noticed that someone had taken Alan to a room where they could draw a blood sample and he could sleep the drug off. Jeanine had taken the stairs, while Thom took the elevator with Jonas. He didn’t trust himself on the stairs with Jonas, because the urge to push him down them was too strong. When Thom arrived downstairs with Jonas, Jeanine had pulled her car up and was waiting for them. He shoved him into the back seat and Thom climbed in beside him.

“Isn’t this cozy, just you and me here in the back and you with your hands cuffed behind you,” Thom taunted and he noticed how scared the man was. “If you think that this is cozy, just wait until they get your naked ass in the shower and take turns raping you,” he continued and he knew that he was painting a vivid picture of what he could expect at Walpole, the state's maximum security prison.

“I’ll have my lawyer petition for a place where I will be safe, because I am a police officer,” Jonas replied back and Thom shook his head, all the while chuckling to himself.

“It’s not going to happen, because the DA will demand the death sentence,” he told him and Jonas smiled back at him.

“We don’t have a death sentence in Massachusetts,” Jonas smugly replied.

“True, but then this is not going to be a normal case; after all, your first victim was a cop and that makes you eligible for it.”

Jonas had forgotten that he had killed Travis, and he sat there with worry and fear plaguing his mind as they continued on the Springfield barrack for the State Police.

“That’s right, call the television stations as well as the paper, because I want every reporter within a hundred miles there to cover it when we bring him in,” she told her dispatcher over the radio.

She had chosen to radio it in, because she knew that reporters frequently monitored the police bands, as they hoped to be the first at obtaining a story. Thirty minutes later, when they pulled into the driveway that would take them to the front entrance of the barracks, she and Thom found a throng of reporters waiting for them, as well as television cameras.

“What did I tell you... I love it,” she said over her shoulder as she pulled to a stop in front of the main doors. “It’s show time, Thom,” she was excited and adrenaline coursed through her as she got out of the car.

She opened the back door and pulled Jonas out, followed quickly behind, by Thom. When the reporters saw them, most of them gasped, because besides Jonas being a bloody mess, he was dressed as female nurse. Instantly, the cameras began to flash, as the television cameras sprang to life, and all the reporters began shouting questions at Jeanine and Thom.

She purposely moved Jonas through the throng of reporters, slowly, allowing those with cameras time to snap their pictures. Jonas kept his head lowered as Jeanine and Thom each took him by an arm and walked him into the station.

She turned at the door as the reporters continued shouting questions at them.

“Give us ten minutes to process him and then you’ll have Detective Sullivan and I to answer all of your questions,” she told them and then moved Jonas into the building.

To be continued...

Posted: 01/17/14