BLOOD AND JUSTICE - CHAPTER # 1 PART # 3

BLOOD AND JUSTICE
CHAPTER  #  1 
#  1  > Sunday, August 7th, 6:00 P.M. Now Jake Dragged another piece of piping-hot apple pie onto his plate and looked across the table. His wife was eyeing him closely, something on her mind, no doubt. "Next time, honey, I'd appreciate if you'd let me do the talking," she said. "Especially with something so sensitive." Jake gave her a crooked grin and nodded. "You can handle things like that next time," he said, before digging in to the pie. Annie was right, of course. He'd almost bungled their last task, as simple as it was. They were hired of find a man's missing son. No problem there__a few minutes online and it was done. But going off half-cocked, Jake had made a call and demanded the boy return home. He almost got hung up on, but when the more sympathetic Annie got involved, she convinced the boy to contact his father. There was ultimately a satisfactory outcome for all.

#  2  > "No harm done," she said with a smile that made Jake wilt. She knew how to tell him off gently. After he finished eating, Jake helped Annie clean up the table and put the dishes in the sink. He turned to her and sighed. "I'm tired of barely making ends meet." Annie turned to face her husband. He was a daunting sight at six feet inches tall, short dark hair, and an impressive physique. She touched his arm and looked up into his eyes. "We're doing ok. Just let me handle the finances." She was better at that too. She was better at a whole lot of things, and wondered what he would ever do without her. He took a sideways look at his wife. At just over five feet four inches, she still about the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. Her mid-length golden hair, and the trim figure she'd kept all the years since he'd known her, always made his heart melt. She was his motivating force and he thought the world of her.

#  3  > The phone jangled on the counter and interrupted Jack's thoughts. He scooped it up. "Lincoln Investigations. This is Jake." It was Annie's best friend from next door. "Hold on, Chrissy. She's right here," He said, holding out the phone. Annie and Chrissy had been friends for a long time, and it seemed to Jake they were always yakking about something. Annie took the receiver and settled into a chair. "Hi Chrissy. How's everything?" Jake wandered into living room, grabbed the remote, and switched on the TV. Just some stupid sitcom. He flicked through the channles, eventually gave up, and turned it off again. Tossing the remote back where he found it, he stretched out on the couch. A rocket the size of an eight-year-old boy suddenly landed on his chest. The rocket's name was Matty, a bundle of energy, and ready to wrestle his father into submission. The battle soon took to the floor, but before long, Jake surrendered, pinned down, and seemingly helpless. From the other room came a warning, "Don't you guys break anything in there."

BLOOD AND JUSTICE - PART # 1 { PART 3 1 }

BLOOD AND JUSTICE !!!!
#  1  > Eight Years Ago
THE REASON his plan was so good was because it was so simple. He was counting on one fact. Joey was stupid. Not really stupid like, stupid stupid, just dumb. When Jeremy told Joey he'd found a hidden cache of money and jewels in the woods, probable hidden there by a robber, Joey was dumb enough to believe him. Jeremy laughed out loud at the thought. He looked down, aimed his father's old H&R 22-caliber revolver, and took another shot, this time in the head. The boy on the ground stopped his pathetic whining, crying, and pleading, and remained silent and still. The deed was done; someone had to take care of this. He knew no one would understand. Certainly not his mother, or the police, but Jeremy knew all too well, it had been necessary. The bully would torture him no longer. Shoving the weapon behind his belt, Jeremy Spencer looked around. Except for a couple of birds breaking the stillness, the forest was dim and quiet.

#  2  > He crouched down and examined the body. The first bullet had entered the victim's stomach. Blood flowed from the wound and darkened the hue of the already red and brown autumn leaves beneath the fresh corpse. The second bullet entered just below Joey's left eye. Blood trickled down, followed the path of his cheekbone, down his neck, finally dripping like dew onto the forest floor. Drip, drip, drip. He reached out and touched the wound beneath Joey's eye. It felt warm. He looked at the crimson on his finger and gently touched it to his tongue. It tasted sweet and thick. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, the taste of blood on his tongue somehow making him feel pure, whole, and righteous. He was filled with a feeling of euphoria, breathing rapidly, his heart racing, excited. He knew at that moment, what he's done was fully justified. He remained still for several minutes, pondering the deed, and thought about his father. Father would approve. Finally, he stood, straightened his back, and took a deep breath.

#  3  > He bent over, grabbed the bloody corpse by the leg, and dragged it to the hole he has previously prepared. A fierce shove with his foot sent the body tumbling over, and then down, finally landing with a thud at the bottom of the waiting grave. He picked up the shovel and set about filling in the hole. Jeremy labored for some time, humming to himself as he worked. Finally, he tossed the last shovel full of dirt, covered the area with twigs, branches, and dead leaves, and stood back. "That should do it," he said aloud. He contemplated a moment longer, and then resting the shovel on his shoulder, he turned and hurried for home. He was expected to be there by five o'clock, and he didn't want to keep his mother waiting.