Part 390: The Connection
January 17th 2009
Jenny yawned as she stepped into the police station. As she was entering, Martha was leaving. The older woman waved goodbye to the younger woman as she was off on her way home to get some sleep. The other lady officers bid good morning to the young homicide detective as she continued on through the maze of desks. Jenny did make a mental note that it seemed more female cops were on their side; despite the fact that the Mayor promoted them, they didn’t earn it normally. She still vowed to not mess up this case. If she did, then the Mayor would be proven wrong that promoting them was a good idea.
Jenny opened the door to their officer. Kellye was already at her desk, eating from a clear plastic bowl containing fruit. Maxine was sipping on her coffee and before the young blonde could sit at her desk, Meg walked over to her and gave her a bowl of fruit. “Here is your breakfast, Jenny,” the woman said, proudly.
“What is this?” she asked, looking at the fruit.
“It’s grapes, watermelon, cantaloupe, blueberries. It’s a good nutritious breakfast. We aren’t going to get fat like those morons out there, chewing on doughnuts.”
“I like doughnuts.” Jenny pointed out.
“Just eat, girl, It’s good for you,” Kellye giggled.
Jenny just laughed and set her stuff down on her desk. The blonde took off her cap and then sat down, looking at Kellye. “Any word from Ana-Lucia?” she whispered.
“She’s talking to the captain now,” the brunette commented, “She was able to get us the files on the Jack of All Shades but it caused a problem.”
“What problem?”
“Apparently, it’s Ford’s case.”
“Aw, damn,” Jenny rubbed her eyes, “They gave us his Amber Angels case. He’s gonna think we taking this one too.”
“Ana-Lucia is in the captain’s office, explaining it to him,” Maxine pointed with her thumb, “With Ford too.”
Then after a few minutes, Ana-Lucia started to walk back to their office. What the women took notice of what was Ford and Stark were following her. The Latina opened the door and held it open for the two detectives to follow her in. She started to snap her fingers as she walked toward her desk. “All right, listen up,” she said, picking up her bowl of fruit, “Stark and Ford will be kind enough to brief us on the Jack of All Shades case. However, let me also point out, this is still their case. We are listening in for a relevance to ours, if any.”
“Thank you, Officer Cortez,” Stark said, pulling up a stool, “I will give you any details you need on the Jack of All Shades case. I’ll go ahead and relay the specifics to hopefully find a connection.”
“There isn’t one,” Ford grunted, as he sat down.
“Well, that’s why we are having this conversation, Ford,” Kellye glared at him, “To find out.”
“Please, go on, Stark,” Ana-Lucia pointed out.
As he did, Officer Day came and the Latina motioned for him to go to his desk so he could hear all about the case. The black officer walked by everybody, and as he did, Meg was quick to give him a bowl of fruit. Day sat down as Stark began to relay the case notes.
The Jack of All Shades had been murdering people for over a year. His first murder was a retired businessman who was found with a bullet wound to the chest. Later he was found in a pound and the only calling card left behind was a pair of cheap sunglasses. The next victim was another older man, in his 80s. He was dropped from an elevator shaft in his pristine apartment complex. Jack was able to get down to the bottom and place a pair of sunglasses over the man’s eyes. The third victim was a man in his earlier 90s. He died of a massive heart failure but the only thing that connected Jack of All Shades to this crime, was the fact that the man was wearing the same kind of sunglasses as the previous two victims. It was rumored that Jack scared the man to death. After this killing, the newspapers then dubbed the man Jack of All Shades.
There was only one sketch of Jack. Before the bag lady, someone else had spotted him and drew him to a complete detail. He was wearing bandages, black goggles and a Fedora; coupled with an overcoat. He looked like something right out of a classic 50’s horror movie. No one had been able to catch him and no one has been able to identify him. No prints, no clues, and definitely no face. Ford then stood up and walked up to Stark, crossing his arms. “Okay, ladies,” he grunted, “That’s our side of the story. Now what is your side? You claim that Jack was trying to stop the Amber Angel Killer?”
“We have an eye witness report that says he was at the scene and he tried to save the victim.” Jenny pointed out.
“And your eye witness claims that he leaped off a roof and landed fifty feet on the ground like a cat. Color me amazed.”
“We got resin boot prints that proved he did it, Ford,” Kellye pointed out.
“So what? He was probably on PCP. Probably broke every bone in his ankles and he won’t feel it for hours.”
“Oh, that is reaching,” Jenny scoffed.
“That’s it, I am sick of this crap!” the officer turned around and stomped off out of the office.
Stark slowly stood up; watching his partner leave. He then calmly walked over and gave the case file to Ana-Lucia. “For what its worth, I believe you that Jack was there,” he sighed, “But we’re going to have to catch him to prove the PCP angle.”
“Yeah, sure,” Jenny grunted.
“Thanks for your help, Stark,” The Latina patted him on the arm, “We’ll keep you updated.”
“Anytime.” He said, turning around and leaving the office.
The female officers spent the next hour reviewing both cases. The motives and actions of the Italian and Jack seemed very wide spread. Kellye could see nothing that linked them together. The Italian killed women from various age groups but Jack only seemed to kill people that were above the age of 75. Jenny was reviewing the photos of the female victims with Meg. The young officer was studying the photos with her fellow detective until Meg started to trace the markings on the backs. “Do you think he is drawing something?” Meg asked.
“Like what?” Jenny held up the photo to the light, “If he is carving something, he should be carving something; not play connect the dots.”
“Connect . ..the . . .dots?” Meg blinked.
The young officer then took a yellow notepad and then started to look at all the photos. She then started to proceed to draw each scratch down at the appropriate angle. She then looked at the lines then took the marker and connected them all together. “Octagon..” she smiled.
“What?” Jenny raised an eyebrow.
“I think he is trying to draw an octagon.”
Jenny picked up the picture and looked at the symbol Meghan just drew. The blonde detective blinked when she studied the symbol and it made her remember another symbol that had a similar shape. A symbol that people practically worshiped on a far and distant Island; where they replaced God with their own science. “HEY!” Maxine said, snapping her fingers, “I got a connection!”
“What do you have, Max?” asked Kellye.
“Jack of All Shades has actually murdered 12 people over the course last year,” she said, flipping through the pages, “ These people are all above the age of 70 and all them have retired in the last five years. From the exact same corporation.”
“Which one?”
“The Hanso Foundation.”
Kellye then crushed her Styrofoam coffee cup. Jenny had frozen at the name Maxine just spouted. Ana-Lucia finally raised up from her files after hearing what her collegue just said. Max smiled and then looked at them; immediately noticing all their concerned looks. “What?” she asked.
Jenny then looked at the piece of paper. She then walked over to Ana-Lucia and held it out at her. “If the Killer is connecting the lines together,” she pointed, “Is he . . making the Dharma symbol?”
“Dharma?” Day poked his head up, “Jenny, what are you talking about?”
“The Dharma Initiative.” She whispered, “An experiment done by the Hanso Foundation nearly fifty years ago.”
“How do you know about such a thing?” Meg asked.
“Cause . . .we saw it on the Island.”
“The crash that made you three famous?” Maxine pointed, “How . .how in the world could this be related?”
“There is only one way to find out,” Ana-Lucia, activating her computer.
“Ana, what are you doing?” asked Kellye.
“Getting the Hanso Foundation’s address,” she grunted, “ I want to know if the Dharma Initiative is still in effect.”
Jenny yawned as she stepped into the police station. As she was entering, Martha was leaving. The older woman waved goodbye to the younger woman as she was off on her way home to get some sleep. The other lady officers bid good morning to the young homicide detective as she continued on through the maze of desks. Jenny did make a mental note that it seemed more female cops were on their side; despite the fact that the Mayor promoted them, they didn’t earn it normally. She still vowed to not mess up this case. If she did, then the Mayor would be proven wrong that promoting them was a good idea.
Jenny opened the door to their officer. Kellye was already at her desk, eating from a clear plastic bowl containing fruit. Maxine was sipping on her coffee and before the young blonde could sit at her desk, Meg walked over to her and gave her a bowl of fruit. “Here is your breakfast, Jenny,” the woman said, proudly.
“What is this?” she asked, looking at the fruit.
“It’s grapes, watermelon, cantaloupe, blueberries. It’s a good nutritious breakfast. We aren’t going to get fat like those morons out there, chewing on doughnuts.”
“I like doughnuts.” Jenny pointed out.
“Just eat, girl, It’s good for you,” Kellye giggled.
Jenny just laughed and set her stuff down on her desk. The blonde took off her cap and then sat down, looking at Kellye. “Any word from Ana-Lucia?” she whispered.
“She’s talking to the captain now,” the brunette commented, “She was able to get us the files on the Jack of All Shades but it caused a problem.”
“What problem?”
“Apparently, it’s Ford’s case.”
“Aw, damn,” Jenny rubbed her eyes, “They gave us his Amber Angels case. He’s gonna think we taking this one too.”
“Ana-Lucia is in the captain’s office, explaining it to him,” Maxine pointed with her thumb, “With Ford too.”
Then after a few minutes, Ana-Lucia started to walk back to their office. What the women took notice of what was Ford and Stark were following her. The Latina opened the door and held it open for the two detectives to follow her in. She started to snap her fingers as she walked toward her desk. “All right, listen up,” she said, picking up her bowl of fruit, “Stark and Ford will be kind enough to brief us on the Jack of All Shades case. However, let me also point out, this is still their case. We are listening in for a relevance to ours, if any.”
“Thank you, Officer Cortez,” Stark said, pulling up a stool, “I will give you any details you need on the Jack of All Shades case. I’ll go ahead and relay the specifics to hopefully find a connection.”
“There isn’t one,” Ford grunted, as he sat down.
“Well, that’s why we are having this conversation, Ford,” Kellye glared at him, “To find out.”
“Please, go on, Stark,” Ana-Lucia pointed out.
As he did, Officer Day came and the Latina motioned for him to go to his desk so he could hear all about the case. The black officer walked by everybody, and as he did, Meg was quick to give him a bowl of fruit. Day sat down as Stark began to relay the case notes.
The Jack of All Shades had been murdering people for over a year. His first murder was a retired businessman who was found with a bullet wound to the chest. Later he was found in a pound and the only calling card left behind was a pair of cheap sunglasses. The next victim was another older man, in his 80s. He was dropped from an elevator shaft in his pristine apartment complex. Jack was able to get down to the bottom and place a pair of sunglasses over the man’s eyes. The third victim was a man in his earlier 90s. He died of a massive heart failure but the only thing that connected Jack of All Shades to this crime, was the fact that the man was wearing the same kind of sunglasses as the previous two victims. It was rumored that Jack scared the man to death. After this killing, the newspapers then dubbed the man Jack of All Shades.
There was only one sketch of Jack. Before the bag lady, someone else had spotted him and drew him to a complete detail. He was wearing bandages, black goggles and a Fedora; coupled with an overcoat. He looked like something right out of a classic 50’s horror movie. No one had been able to catch him and no one has been able to identify him. No prints, no clues, and definitely no face. Ford then stood up and walked up to Stark, crossing his arms. “Okay, ladies,” he grunted, “That’s our side of the story. Now what is your side? You claim that Jack was trying to stop the Amber Angel Killer?”
“We have an eye witness report that says he was at the scene and he tried to save the victim.” Jenny pointed out.
“And your eye witness claims that he leaped off a roof and landed fifty feet on the ground like a cat. Color me amazed.”
“We got resin boot prints that proved he did it, Ford,” Kellye pointed out.
“So what? He was probably on PCP. Probably broke every bone in his ankles and he won’t feel it for hours.”
“Oh, that is reaching,” Jenny scoffed.
“That’s it, I am sick of this crap!” the officer turned around and stomped off out of the office.
Stark slowly stood up; watching his partner leave. He then calmly walked over and gave the case file to Ana-Lucia. “For what its worth, I believe you that Jack was there,” he sighed, “But we’re going to have to catch him to prove the PCP angle.”
“Yeah, sure,” Jenny grunted.
“Thanks for your help, Stark,” The Latina patted him on the arm, “We’ll keep you updated.”
“Anytime.” He said, turning around and leaving the office.
The female officers spent the next hour reviewing both cases. The motives and actions of the Italian and Jack seemed very wide spread. Kellye could see nothing that linked them together. The Italian killed women from various age groups but Jack only seemed to kill people that were above the age of 75. Jenny was reviewing the photos of the female victims with Meg. The young officer was studying the photos with her fellow detective until Meg started to trace the markings on the backs. “Do you think he is drawing something?” Meg asked.
“Like what?” Jenny held up the photo to the light, “If he is carving something, he should be carving something; not play connect the dots.”
“Connect . ..the . . .dots?” Meg blinked.
The young officer then took a yellow notepad and then started to look at all the photos. She then started to proceed to draw each scratch down at the appropriate angle. She then looked at the lines then took the marker and connected them all together. “Octagon..” she smiled.
“What?” Jenny raised an eyebrow.
“I think he is trying to draw an octagon.”
Jenny picked up the picture and looked at the symbol Meghan just drew. The blonde detective blinked when she studied the symbol and it made her remember another symbol that had a similar shape. A symbol that people practically worshiped on a far and distant Island; where they replaced God with their own science. “HEY!” Maxine said, snapping her fingers, “I got a connection!”
“What do you have, Max?” asked Kellye.
“Jack of All Shades has actually murdered 12 people over the course last year,” she said, flipping through the pages, “ These people are all above the age of 70 and all them have retired in the last five years. From the exact same corporation.”
“Which one?”
“The Hanso Foundation.”
Kellye then crushed her Styrofoam coffee cup. Jenny had frozen at the name Maxine just spouted. Ana-Lucia finally raised up from her files after hearing what her collegue just said. Max smiled and then looked at them; immediately noticing all their concerned looks. “What?” she asked.
Jenny then looked at the piece of paper. She then walked over to Ana-Lucia and held it out at her. “If the Killer is connecting the lines together,” she pointed, “Is he . . making the Dharma symbol?”
“Dharma?” Day poked his head up, “Jenny, what are you talking about?”
“The Dharma Initiative.” She whispered, “An experiment done by the Hanso Foundation nearly fifty years ago.”
“How do you know about such a thing?” Meg asked.
“Cause . . .we saw it on the Island.”
“The crash that made you three famous?” Maxine pointed, “How . .how in the world could this be related?”
“There is only one way to find out,” Ana-Lucia, activating her computer.
“Ana, what are you doing?” asked Kellye.
“Getting the Hanso Foundation’s address,” she grunted, “ I want to know if the Dharma Initiative is still in effect.”
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