DECEPTION CHAPTER 9

DETECTIVE ROSCOE*

The sound of the station was minimized to a low murmur. Most of the other detectives had long gone after dumping the file on his laps. Detective Roscoe had drawn the shortest straw and was dumped with the case of the mysteriously run over John Doe.

Already the case looked like it would be a pain in the butt, a lot of the facts didn't add up. 

The man probably in his 50’s, was run down by a car as evident by tire tracks on his chest and face and apparently backed over again.

Yeah someone had wanted this man dead and the multiple identities found on him were not in the system; criminal or any other data base the police used to identify random individuals, anyone with a criminal record or public record for that matter.

The identities belonged to ghosts, this man was anything but.

Roscoe sighed and used his palms to rub his eyes. If only the unsub turned out to be some famous person. Maybe his work would finally be appreciated and better yet recognized.

He twirled the pencil in his hand and imagined it. The cheers of his colleagues, the well done s and pats in the back. He imagined the chief shaking his hand and immediately the dream died a swift death. 

After several request for promotion had been turned down and younger or less experienced people were picked over him. Roscoe wondered if the chief had a particular issue with him but he couldn't muster the courage to ask.

 Detective Roscoe looked at the calender on his black work desk.

Next month would make it his twenty-fifth year on the force. If they, meaning Chief Marks couldn’t acknowledge his efforts, he was better off somewhere else.

His chair creaked loudly as He leaned back and kept on waiting for the fingerprints result to come in, feeling morose and with the storm brewing outside he could just imagine better ways he could have spent his Friday night.

 The ping of the computer brought him out of his thought and he looked at the name and picture on his screen with alarm. This was going to be worse than a pain in the butt, this was going to be a nightmare. He quickly printed out the search result and added it to the file on the John Doe.

 He had to catch his boss before he left the building.

THE CHIEF OF POLICE*

Chief Marks Isle was heading out of the exit when he heard his name, 

“sir!”

He turned around and watched Roscoe jog towards him. With each step, his plumb over weight body wiggled like jello. Chief Marks was disgusted, he hated to see people especially officers who refused to keep in shape.

“Chief Marks! He shouted again.

“Yes, yes that’s my name don’t wear it out”. He replied crossly

“I’m sorry sir” he said breathlessly, “but you’ve got to see this”. Roscoe waved the file in his hand.

“Quit waving it around and give it to me” he plucked the brow file from Roscoe's fingers.

"Good grief!” he exclaimed after a brief glance. “Are you sure?”

“Yes sir”, Roscoe replied “100 per cent affirmative sir, the victim is_was the current Prime Minister of Bulivia”.

“What a nightmare” chief marks sighed deeply. He turned around and walked back towards his office. It was quite obvious that he won’t be able to meet his wife for their date night and he was already in the doghouse.

“Betsy send a dozen white roses to my wife at the four seasons with my apologies again then get me the commissioner and the DA’s office” he called out to his secretary as he passed her desk.

He opened his office and walked in, his mind on possible theories why the very well-guarded prime minister of Bulivia would be found dead in one of the most notorious neighborhoods of Chicago.

Just this morning he had been interviewed on air about his much celebrated visit to Chicago, politics in Bulivia and his close relationship with the Narusian family on E! How the heck did he get from the red carpet to the red light district?!

Chief Marks dropped into his chair with a huff. He could just imagine the PR nightmare. The whole world would be watching his every move. This situation could make or break his career and future aspirations to be the next commissioner. Darn it!

He looked up and noticed that detective Roscoe had followed him but was hovering around his door.

“Yes, detective can I help you?”

“Ahh...no...Yes... I was wondering if I could do anything for you sir” he mumbled.

Chief Marks looked at him slack jawed. The prime minister of a foreign country had just died in their district, under their watch, run down like a homeless old man and this excuse of a detective stood in front of him and asked if there was anything he could do?

“Yes Roscoe, you can do something for me” he said sarcastically, “You can get the hell out of my office and go tell the lab to hurry up with the results of the evidence bagged at the scene. We need to go over the entire evidence again, we have a murder to solve”

Roscoe stepped back from the door, his boss’s disapproval was quite obvious and it made him shrink into himself. “Right away sir” he said timidly and waddled away.

Chief Marks groaned, he hadn’t meant to sound so harsh to the other man but Roscoe obviously needed a firm hand. If he could help indeed.

Betsy knocked on the open door "the commissioner on line one sir"

"Good, thank you. Now please get those sloths back to the station. There is an emergency meeting in 30mins".

He turned away from her in dismissal and picked up the landlines on his chocolate colored mahogany desk.

LMAO! HOW TO KISS A**

This chat happened this morning between me and an awesome new friend I met online today. I came across his work while stalking* (clears throat)..err..checking up on my friends activities on Facebook.

 

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Lovegoodhead: hi

Artloverno.1: hello

Lovegoodhead: I saw your pictures in my friend Trixie's profile page.  They are amazing.

Artloverno.1: thanks a lot. I think I know her .

Lovegoodhead: aiit. Do you read novels?

Artloverno.1: yea..I do. Sometimes.

Lovegoodhead: cool, I love to read and write. I have an account on wattpad and I would like you to check out the app so that you can have an idea of the favor I'm about to ask.

Artloverno.1: huh..OK. I used to read a lot before but school load has reduced my free time. I really don't have that luxury for now.

Lovegoodhead: ok..well then. You might not have time to do the stuff for me then.

Artloverno.1: can't be entirely sure. What's the favor?

Lovegoodhead: I wanted you to make a cover for my story.

Artloverno.1: cover art?

Lovegoodhead: I guess.  One of your pictures I liked and commented on inspired my request.

Artloverno.1: really?..not sure I got the notification. Will check again.

Artloverno.1: can't see it. When was this? What's the title of the

 picture?

Lovegoodhead: I can't remember but it's a picture of a virtual woman standing under the rays of the sun.

Lovegoodhead: or something*.

Artloverno.1: Oooo..I see * THE REBIRTH?#

Lovegoodhead: yup. That's it. I would like a cover like that with the book title and my name.

Artloverno.1: is this a job proposal?

Lovegoodhead: umm.. not a job per se. This is why I wanted you to check out the app or website. www.wattpad.com.

Artloverno.1: Well..is this urgent?

Lovegoodhead: Nope. Not urgent at all.i could wait for a trillion years if you like :D

Lovegoodhead: whether you decide to do this for me or not, your work is really great and you have a fan right here.

Lovegoodhead: it would be nice though if you check out the story before you decide.

Artloverno.1: wow!..I'm honored. You won't have to wait too long. Though reading it asap isn't a promise I can make. My work load is crazy at the moment but I definitely will.

Artloverno.1 : is your story the only one there?

Lovegoodhead : Nope there are LOTS! .

Artloverno.1 : lemme understand.. This art your asking for..is it for the entire page or a single story?

Lovegoodhead : hmm..OK.(how do i explain this) it's just like a book. It needs a cover. It's got one now..*made it myself (and is quite crappy if I must confess).

Artloverno.1 : Oooo..OK. I think I get it now.

Lovegoodhead : yup.. That's why I want you to check it out. Then you'll have an idea of what I want.

Artloverno.1 : OK dear. Will check it out.

Lovegoodhead : no worries. I can wait.

Lovegoodhead : the more striking your cover art is,  the more people want to check out the story. The more people who check it out, the more readers and fans I get and the more fans I have the sooner I take over the world!.. (*in Brain"s voice)

Artloverno.1 : O.o ..hmm. OooK. But you have to wait. Thesis work is so crazy at the moment.

Lovegoodhead : no problems.. my plans to TOTALLY DOMINATE THE WORLD can wait.

Artloverno.1 : lmao! lol..you're very funny.

Lovegoodhead : nah. I'm just roping you in. (Cheshire smile).

Artloverno.1 : lol. I will be sure to check it out and let you know. I'm actually quite busy right now. Doing multiple stuff while chatting with you.

Artloverno.1 : yeah that reminds me.. here's my Facebook art page, it's separate from my personal profile. *(withheld for obvious reasons)

Lovegoodhead : yay! More awesome pictures! Don't fear if your screen feels wet or slimy. That's my saliva. (*drool!). I'm off to slobber on some great pictures.

Artloverno.1 : lol. Thanks for the support. You sound like an art enthusiast.

Lovegoodhead : lol..I guess. I love cartoons, anime and manga. But I should never be told to draw at gunpoint or there will be bloodshed.

Artloverno.1 : hahaha..why?!

Lovegoodhead : that gift is definitely not in my genes.

Artloverno.1 : naa. I think it's there. If you love art, you have it inside.

Lovegoodhead : but can't make it except I write or cook it,RIGHT....

Artloverno.1 : yeah. That too.They are all connected.

Lovegoodhead : wow! We've spent hours chatting. I just read right through from the top. It's quite interesting. Do you mind if I share it?

Artloverno.1 : share it how?

Lovegoodhead : i mean.. I would like to make a short story of it. Please say yes..!

Artloverno.1 : I'm kind of a private person. Well..provided that it's not connected to me, I guess it shouldn't be a problem.

Lovegoodhead : yes!..(thank you, thank you, thank you) don't fear. It will have none of your personal information. There will be no mention of your ancestors, generation or your self.

Artloverno.1 : lol..OK. I have to go. It's been nice chatting with you.

Lovegoodhead : yes it has..*big hug* just lemme know when ever you do check it out. My user name is the same and the story is titled *DECEPTION (LGBT).

Artloverno.1: alright I will. :D *hugs*

Lovegoodhead: and thanks for listening to me ramble. Bye.

Artloverno.1 :  lol.. twas really nice meeting you. Have a lovely day. Bye.

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Author's Note.
 Yeah..so very soon I'm gonna get a new awesome cover for my story free (chuckles) and I made an interesting friend. (Yay!)

DECEPTION CHAPTER 2

The words, "Mum..Dad, I am gay, i'm .. homosexual" rushed out of his mouth.

He heaved a sigh of relief, a heavy weight dropped off his shoulders.

After all these years, he was finally able to come out to his parents. Maybe because they were in a place where he couldn't hear their opinion.

He placed the calla lilies he had brought by their tomb stones. Even in death, they were together just as they had lived.

His parents had been childhood sweethearts that had gotten married and his childhood was spent watching them express their love for each other every day until their fatal accident 4 years ago.

Their relationship had made him hunger for that kind of love. The only difference was he hungered for that kind of relationship with a man.

Whether people saw it as an abomination or a crime he didn't really care. It was the way he was wired.

He looked at the remains of his parents one last time. After what he's about to do what he had decided to do, he wasn't sure if he would live to visit them again.

"I'm so sorry mum, dad..I know you wanted something else for me but I can't change who I am or Who i fall in love with. I'm going to try and stop them. I won't let them ruin your good work. I'm so sorry that am the instrument they're using to tar the family", he said as he stood up dusted of his trousers and made his way to the car.

"Did you do it? ", Katie asked immediately the door opened and he slid into the seat opposite her.

He nodded still chocked up with emotions from the visit with his parents.

"Good boy. Now we tell the rest of the world Prince Harrison", she smirked and sipped some more of his pricey cognac, the wrinkles on her face like deep grooves, transformed the little smile into something sinister.

"Imagine the number of broken hearts every where", she chortled. "Things are about to become very entertaining and I have been bored for so long" she said, her cold grey eyes bored into his, daring him to respond.

He stared back at her, waiting patiently for her next move. His lack of expression frustrated her and he knew it. Someone had once said "revenge is best served cold".

One of his royal bodyguards closed the limo as the others got into the cars in front and behind him, ready to leave. None of them had any clue of the conflict within.

He didn't really need them to protect himself. It was a close guarded secret that He had been in the army and served two tours. His enemies had no idea who they were messing with.

He fingered the gun in his seat's partition,it was loaded with two bullets. One was reserved for this vicious old woman and the other for his dear wife.

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A/N (author's note)

This is chapter 2, an excerpt from my most current and an on going story. Go to my profile on wattpad if you're interested in reading more of it. @lovegoodhead on www.wattpad.com . Thanks.