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There was no way in hell this man was going to take this precious child’s life and my mind went into overdrive. I pulled both revolvers from my holster, shooting each man in the shoulder or leg, wherever the bullets dared to fly. Unfortunately, Denton wasn’t so lucky and he was shot in the head, adding more to the blood and brain matter decorating the kitchen area.
I approached Emilie as she gripped her bunny tight while sobbing uncontrollably. “You, little lady, need to run. You need to call the cops and tell them that Deputy Grimes sent you.”
She did as I told her and no sooner than Emilie was out of my sight, pain surged from my head down my spine. The once spinning world was now black.
TWO
EZEKIEL GAMBOA
As an angel, it’s my honorable duty to watch over the little humans on Earth. Technically, we watch over all humans, but there are some who need guidance more. Here, it was Emilie Dillon, the youngest daughter of the now slain Oswald ‘Ozzy’ Dillon.
This child showed up on my radar and I hate to see why. Normally when a child sets off the alarm, something tragic has occurred in their life. Begrudgingly, I rewound the vision moments before, and it sickened me to see the slaughter of an innocent family. Unfortunately, I didn’t have information on why the need for such a heinous crime, all I knew is Emilie Elise Dillon was now orphaned.
As I scanned, Emilie waited until the coast was clear and ran back into her house. She was covering her mouth, keeping her sobs stifled for fear the evil men would hear her. “It’s okay, Pink Bunny, they can’t hurt us.” She spoke to her stuffed friend, choking on her tears.
She carefully opened the front door and closed it without a peep. When she reached the kitchen, Emilie stood frozen, and her loud cries echoed through the house. I felt it in my heart and my gut; the monsters took her family, shattered her heart and heightened her fear. “Momma?” Her tiny voice called out as she plodded across the kitchen, making certain to avoid stepping in the pools of blood.
Emilie dropped to her knees next to her mother, “Emilie?”What?How could her mother still be clinging to life? She took a bullet between the eyes.
“Momma?” Emilie whispered, stroking her mother’s blood-caked hair from her eyes. “Please don’t leave me.”
“You’re brave.” Her mother responded, coughing out a slight chuckle. “But I see them. Holding out their hands, there.”
“Who? No. I need you more, not them.” Emilie screamed out and looked up. I swear she was looking at me, though this was moments before.
“I love.” It was the last thing her mother breathed before her heart stopped.
The tears were endless now and no matter how much Emilie wiped them off her face, it was useless. Yet, in one last effort to bring her mother back, Emilie collapsed on her mother’s chest. “Maybe if I cry on you, I can drown you with tears and the angels will bring you back to me.”
It was all I could bear to watch. My heart ached for this beautiful child, and I knew it was time to call in the reinforcements to ensure the monsters wouldn’t take her as easily as they took her entire family.
THREE
DETECTIVE LARRY MCRAE
No one ever wanted to see a crime scene like this and in my fifteen years of service to the Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Department, it was still difficult to stomach. I waited until the coroners removed the bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Oswald Dillon, as well as their two children, fourteen-year-old Selena and twelve-year-old Ozzy Jr., to do a proper investigation.
There were two more bodies, but their identities have yet to be divulged to me. All I knew is they were both members of the volatile Chrome Poppies Motorcycle Club and the only evidence was the bloodied vests they wore. The Chrome Poppies motorcycle club was notorious for high-profile crimes and its president, Levi Shields’s rap sheet was so long you could cover all of Kern County with it.
I crouched down in the kitchen, drowning out the constant clicking of my partner’s camera. “Do you think there was a motive?” Detective Sherman asked before he laid the camera on the counter.
I chuffed at his comment and reached for the phone laying in a puddle of blood. “If it was Levi Shields who masterminded this execution, the man doesn’t need a motive. He makes his own rules.” This man allowed himself to get caught and arrested but made bail every time. “If this was indeed him, he’s surpassed the California three strikes law and will face the death penalty for certain this time.”
“How does a monster like this slip through the justice system every time?” Sherman asked and unfortunately, it was a question I couldn’t answer. But safe to say, he was paying someone a hefty fee to buy his ticket to freedom every time.
After I cleaned off the phone, I swiped it and discovered it had to be Selena’s phone judging by the anime background. I doubted she’d have any evidence in the phone, but it never hurt to have our techy team dig around. I slipped the phone into an evidence bag and tossed it with the small amount of evidence we got.
I rose slowly and left Sherman to his work while I canvassed the rest of the house. It was a three-bedroom, two bath home and nothing remarkable to see. Each child had their own bedrooms, which was natural and expected. I thought nothing of it until after I closed the girl’s bedroom door. I stood for a moment.
Wait, a minute! There were two beds.
“SHERMAN!” I hollered across the small house.
“Yeah, Larry?”
“How many bodies total?”
“Six. Father—Ozzy. Mother—Beatrice. A teenage boy—Ozzy Jr. Teenage girl—Selena.” It was interesting how he added their names so this wasn’t treated as though they were only statistics. This was a family brutally murdered for whatever reason. “And the two motorcycle club members we have no identities for yet.” The pinging on his phone interrupted him. I watched his facial expression change, and he lightly gasped and cursed, “You’ve got to be shitting me.”
