Hope you guys are having fun with this series, here’s chapter 4 đ
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CHAPTER 4 (STAN McCalister) the Blood-Stained Note
It has been a month since the Burnt Iron Killer died, life was easier to handle now, recently me and my son Ryan, have grown closer as a family. We have been going to see movies and even the occasional baseball game at the Diamond Backs stadium. To be honest, I haven’t been the best father in the world; I have always deprived Ryan of a father figure. Every time my wife was mentioned, I would throw a fit. Or the beer that was in my hand. But that was another time. Thatâs the past, today was a new day, and my day off.
I woke up one morning in my bedroom, and for the first time I felt full of energy. Like everything was going to be ok again. I open my eyes and look outside my window to the left of my bed. My thoughts were practically void of the Burnt Iron Killer.
It was bright and clear outside, sunlight poured from the window to my right, revealing the atmosphere of the room. The room was painted a light blue; it has always been my wifeâs favorite color. This was originally our room, but now I was its only occupant. There were two tan-colored, wooden dressers pushed against each other to the wall at my right. My wife’s cloths were still in there; four Family pictures hung on the wall to my left. However some of them hurt me to even look at them.
The one that caught my eye the most was a picture of Laura and me at the park. I giving her a piggy back ride and Ryan took the picture for us. We were so happy that day; somehow, I forgot how that happiness felt. I forgot about the innocent side of the world, and how things weren’t always so bad. I never thought that happiness could come back to me, after all this time. I sit up then look at that picture. âIâm sorry Laura.” I whispered, my eyes water up as I stare down at my ring on my fourth finger of my left hand. I touched it and looked at the now faded inscription, permanently engraved into it:
âForever and alwaysâ, it had said. I did miss my wife. God I honestly was a wreck without her, still am. But I promised myself that I would become Ryanâs dad again. I wasnât going to push him out of my life any more. I had to be there for him and for Laura.
Her death should not mean Ryanâs abandonment. Once more I look to Lauraâs picture now thinking to myself only two words: Forever and always
*
I quickly got dressed and walked out my bedroom. I was dressed casually, and not in my usual work tie and suspenders. As I walk down the hall to the stairs, I notice Ryan’s door was wide open. I hear the clanging of cereal hitting the glass of a bowl only to realize he got up early; itâs only Saturday. I continue to walk down stairs and proceed to the kitchen. As I walk through I see Ryan all dressed up, in a red hoodie and jeans. It was the first time I have seen him wear something other than black. âGood morning, dad!” He greets me with a smile. I liked seeing my son smile; it made me smile as well. “Good Morning.” I greet back. I then grab a bowl from the cupboards at the other end of the kitchen and take some milk from the fridge and reached into the cupboard to get the box of Cocoa Puffs.
I sit down at the table Ryan was sitting at, and take a seat across from him. I take a bite of my cereal with my spoon and Ryan continues to eat his cereal. The silence that followed lasted for a good 3 minutes until I decided to speak up.
âIâve been thinking, Ryan” I tell him. He suddenly looks up at me and gulps down the Cocoa Puffs in his mouth. âWhat, Dad?” He responds now curious in what I have to say. I pause, and then speak again. âWhat were you doing at the station that night?” in almost an instant, Ryanâs face grew red. His eyes were slightly wide and his expression was suspicious.
“Um, why?” He stalls. âBecause⌠I don’t think you could have predicted a bomb setting off at the station.” I suggest; Ryan sighs then looks down at his cereal, then he looks back up at me and was about ready to confess. I knew he couldn’t have held it in for this long. âI was… going to steal a file on Aunt Sharon and my cousins murder case.”
How did he think of this idea? Honestly, it’s stupid to even think about stealing from the police. The idea backfires on itself.
âI know.” I respond, His eyes widen again and his eyebrows slant in-ward, as if he was confused. âHow did you know?â He asks. “Son, I have been thinking the same thing you were thinking of for the past 2 years.” I explain. âEvery day, I thought: Where was my brother? Did he run away? Was he afraid? Or was he the one who killed Sharon and the kids?” My questions were disturbing to me at the time, and Iâm pretty sure Ryan felt the same way I did. âSo soon after they died, I started to investigate. And once I first saw those people that B.I.K murdered, I-” Ryan stopped me and finished my sentence. âThought that B.I.K murdered Aunt Sharon and the kids, and scared Uncle Devin off.” His expression changed and was more interested at my accusation than confused.
“You see Ryan; I have been into my fair share of trouble. Hell If I had been trying to solve a case like this when I was 17, then I probably would have thought I could do this alone. But the fact is we aren’t supposed to do these things alone. We need help from time to time.” I explain. âWhat are you trying to say dad?” Ryan asks, âIâm saying⌔ I pause to think then start to speak again, âIâm saying, I need your help Ryan.” I ask for his help. There was no more danger so I might as well ask him to help me find Devin, he was in fact an honors student in forensics, and maybe he could help. I want us to be a family again, and maybe together we can find my brother and help him.
“W-what, you want my help?” He stammers in reply. âYes, you see; I was too harsh on you, and Iâm sorry. But I can trust you and I know that he’s out there somewhere.” I explain. âBut dad, where do we start?” I’ll take that as a: ‘Yes dad, I’ll help’. I think about what he asked and I come to a conclusion. “At the downtown station; I transferred all B.I.K-related evidence there.” Ryan makes that confused face again.
âSee: I knew you would do this someday so I transferred the evidence into the evidence room of the downtown station.” I knew what I was doing, not to mention I know my son better than anyone. “Smart.” He compliments. âIt takes a detective to outsmart a detective.” I wink and take a spoon full of my cereal. He smiles and chuckles as well, then continues to eat his cereal. âSo, Partners?” I bring up the question as I hold out my hand for him to shake it. He looks down at my hand, drops his spoon and firmly shakes my hand. âPartners.”
*
Soon after breakfast we drive into downtown Tucson in my Mazda. We are riding down Broadway and me and Ryan are talking about random things. Ryan chuckles in the passenger seat as I Finished telling a joke. “How come youâre not this funny at home?” He asks. “Well before I wasn’t in a ‘joke-telling-mood'” I responded while laughing.” Yeah, well I’m glad to see you in a good mood, dad.” He says with a smile. The laughter soon dies in the car after he spoke, and all we could hear was the rumbling of the engine. I haven’t talked to him about school lately so I guess I’ll break the silence.
âSo how’s school going?” I ask still focused on the road. âSchool is ok.” He answers. His voice seems calm yet I could sense he was holding something back. I make a left down the main road and continue to speak to him. âIs there anything happening in school lately; Bullies, girls, projects? â; “Uhh No.”
Liar, he was never very good at lying. “Câmon! I know you, Ryan. Mr. Lady Killer!” I say encouragingly, if asking him doesn’t work then flattery will. He chuckled feeling good about himself, “Ok, well⌔ He pauses “There is this one girl.” He smiles and strokes back some strand of his long hair hanging between his eyes; I smile and look at Ryan then back at the road and check my rear-view mirrors, then I look at the road again and start the conversation on this girl he knows. âOk then tell me, what’s her name? Is she cute? Does she know you exist?”
The question was supposed to be relatable. At my age I was always shy and had my face in a book. Bullies were the worst back then, they would always tease me for being short, or they would pick me up by the shoulders and throw me against the wall and beat me to a pulp. However I didnât regret any of that, it toughened me up and made me who I am today.
âHer name’s Delilah; She’s in all my classes, and yes she’s cute. She’s beautiful actually.” He corrects himself, while his speaking he’s staring into nothingness and smiling at the same time. I never really saw him so happy. âSheâs been sitting in front of me in every class, including forensics. We never talked before though.” His smile went away at that realization. âI don’t know, I guess I’m just scared to come up to her and just talk, you know?â I stopped the car in front of a tall five-story tan building. We arrived at the down town station.
I turn to Ryan and he looks back at me. âWeâre here.” He says. “Wait Ryan-” I stopped him before he could reach for the carâs door handle.
âYes Dad?” He replies and looks at me.” When I met your mother, I felt the exact same way you did.”, “Embarrassed and Nervous?â He interrupts. âFirst let me just say it takes a man to admit that.” I pointed out and gestured at the fact. âAnd second, you donât need to be ashamed or embarrassed. You just need to believe in yourself.” He looked at me looking confused. âLook just walk up to her and say: Hey, do you want to go out sometime? â, âBut dad you canât just directly ask someone on a date, it is a little stalker-ish; you have to get to know them better.” He explains. âAlright then ‘love guru’, show me the way, Iâm all ears.” I wittingly tell him.
He chuckles and thinks or a second then puts on a straight face. âYou first have to friend her on Facebook or something. Then the next day you act all casual and say: ‘Hey I saw you on Facebook. Do you want to hang out or something?’ And then you just play it off from there.” Isn’t that what I just said? I mean we didnât have social media in the 80âs but isnât that technically what I just said? âSo donât do the direct approach yet, but friend her on Facebook first?” I ask sarcastically and smile at him. He gestures his left hand at me to try and make a point, but as he is about to speak, he’s at a loss for words and nothing comes out of his mouth. I think I just stopped his brain for a moment.
I smile and get out of the car to walk toward the building. My Car kind of stood out from all the other cars in the street. Ryan soon after caught up with me as I make toward the door. âWe are not done yet.â; âNo but I think you are.” I say confidently He groans as I chuckle, and we walk through the stations doors toward a front desk. The building was well-lit, and had plenty of room. The only down side to it was the multiple cops running up and about the station doing whatever business they had. The place looked like New York in rush hour.
The Front desk was made of marble and was very well kept and organized by the man behind the counter. He was wearing a tie and a white dress shirt with slacks.
âHello sir, what can I do for you?” He asks me, âWe would like to look at some evidence that was transferred here and to bring it to a secure location.” I confirm my business; however the man doesn’t seem too convinced.” And you are?” He questions. I quickly pull out my badge and show him my I.D;âDetective Steven McCalister, and this is my son Ryan” I gesture to Ryan at my right.”Ok detective right this way, But Ryan can’t come back to the room with us.” I look to explain to Ryan why he can’t come. âItâs ok I’ll wait here.” Ryan says. “You sure?” I ask. “Yeah it’s cool.”; “okay, be right back don’t move.” I tell him as I continue to the evidence room with the desk clerk and leave Ryan in the waiting room.
He led me down the hall and to a silver elevator surrounded by the silver hallway. We stepped into the elevator and sit in the re till we reach the 5th floor.” This way sir.” he gestures outside the elevator doors as they open. He turns left and I follow him to a gated area of the floor then he takes off a set of keys he had latched to his pants and he opens the gate and lets me in.” There you go sir. Check with the clerk at the desk to the right so that you can pull out whatever evidence you need. I’ll wait here.” He explains. I then leave the lobby with the desk clerk to the evidence room.
What felt like hours to get that box of evidence only took 20 minutes; why does time seem to slow down at the most dull moments? Whatever, at least I got the files. They were in a small office box that I had placed them in with a bold- lettered, red stamp on the top with the word confidential; I carried the box with me and I took the elevator with that clerk from the front desk.
Apparently, not even a professional detective can be trusted with the very documents he had transferred. When I reach downstairs I see Ryan sitting in a chair in the waiting area while officers just walk across the room, going along with their own business. Ryan looked uneasy, he was slightly slouching and was moving his eyes left and right trying to examine the room. Once he looks at me he gets up and walks toward me as I come to him holding the box of evidence. His movements were rushed and he looked tired.
“Did you get the evidence?” He asks with his voice sounded uneasy. âYes I did, are you ok?” I respond.” Yeah I’m just thinking.â, âAbout what?” I ask. “Well…â He pauses and looks down then looks back up again.” What if we didnât kill him? Or What if he escaped the fire?” I knew he was talking about the killer and I could understand his concern, the unpleasant tone in his voice sounded almost disturbed.” Son, he’s gone ok? We saw him unconscious, and all because of you.” I reply to his question.”I know dad, I just have this feeling, that he’s not dead.”
I look down and prepare a response. But just as I am about to speak, the P.A over the room comes on. âALL UNITS REPORT TO 9675 EAST RAKER STREET, ALL UNITS PLEASE RESPOND NOW!!” Just like that every cop in the station storms out of the station in a panicking manor.
All the officers drop what they are doing and rush out the entrance to the parking lot and one- by- one they all leave in their squad cars. “Whatâs going on?” Ryan asks as he looks around at the cops running frantically outside.” I donât know must be big though.” I reply. âWe should follow them.” I look to him and realize maybe he’s right we should see what all the panic is about.
Quickly we rush into the car and I place the box of evidence in the back seat as Ryan rushes into the passenger side of the car, I immediately hop into the driverâs seat and pull out of the parking lot. âRaker Street, do you know where that is?” Ryan suddenly looked intense and worried.” Yeah we used to go by that street back when you were in elementary school.” I reply as I curve left at a green light, I am soon met with a police car on front of me and I proceed to follow them. âHow do you remember that far back?” He asks. âYou don’t really forget these kinds of things.” I tell him.” Yeah, but even I would forget.”;â I guess I have good memory then.” I reply soon enough we are stopped at the street address.
Swarms of cop cars cover the scene and all that remains visible is a house fire. Police soon get out of their cars to block off the scene. A fire truck soon arrives and pulls up to the curb next to a fire hydrant.” Dad let’s go.” Ryan suggests; I trust him and all but what if what is there is too gruesome for him to see. I guess itâs ok if he can come with me to investigate. âSureâ I replied uneasily.
We soon rush out of the car; soon after I locked the doors we get through the crowd of cars and make it to the crime scene. Ryan somehow got there faster than me; I could see him just standing there crippled in fear and shaking slightly. I finally caught up to him and saw the horror he had seen. âNo…” He whispers as if he had saw death himself.
The body count was at a usual four people. All of them decapitated and burned slightly. Their heads were stuck on four shining metal poles. The blaze behind them was roaring with intense heat, engulfing the house in pure hell fire. The first head was one of a small infant, a small innocent child, now mangled and burnt to a crisp. The second and third was of a husband and wife, the eyes were gouged out of their sockets, and blood still dripping from the snapped jaw of the wife. The last head was of a teenager, a boy just about Ryan’s age, his skull was showing as a result of his head being lit on fire. One half of his face was intact as the other half revealed part of his skull.
“Oh my⌔ I bent over and vomited on the ground. I quickly wiped my mouth while Ryan had just kept looking at the young man’s head still burning endlessly upon that pole. Why didnât he just die? Why couldnât he just go away forever? Ryanâs innocence is now destroyed and lost in the fire before us; he sure as hell didnât need to see this, not today.
“I should have killed him.” he whispers. “I should have fucking killed him⌔ He turns at me and as I get back up and look into his eyes, they were full of hatred, fear, and pain.” They’re dead because of me!” he gestures at the scene before us, I just stood and look at him, and I canât help but thinking: was I really the blame for this? Should I have let Ryan kill him while he had the chance? “Now son-” I start just as Iâm interrupted by Ryan.
âNo dad, itâs my fault and we are going to fix it!” He exclaims. Parts of the house collapse in as fire fighters are hosing down the building. “You and me dad, we are going to track him down, and thenâŚâ He pauses and looks and the still crackling flames. His face grows red with anger and sweat pours from his forehead. â⌠We will kill him.” He tells me slowly as he turns around and walks to the car; but Iâm afraid I canât let him do this. That boy’s impaled head had proven to me that I can’t risk Ryan’s life to find this bastard, it’s too dangerous. I could never live with myself if Ryan would suffer the same fate.” No Ryan, we canât. Iâm sorry âHe halts in his tracks and looks to me furiously as I apologize.âI knew it!” He sarcastically chuckles and his expression turns dark once more.
“I knew this whole, ‘I trust you’ shit wasnât going to last! Well thank you, dad, for the false hope!” He frowns at me and looks at the fire. âSon it’s too dangerous, that boy right there could be you!” I exclaim. âMaybe so, but Iâm not going to sit back and watch this madman kill like this!” He shouts and storms off into the car behind the crowd of cop cars. I sigh heavily and slowly walk back to the car.
As I pulled into the driveway, I can’t help but think that Ryan may be right. I mean Ryan had the chance; the pole was in his hand. He literally had the upper hand. And I had to let my morality get in the way. I don’t know why but something in the back of my mind keeps telling me I was right to stop Ryan from killing this man. Either way, Ryan wants revenge or at least he wanted to avenge for these people that this freak had murdered, and I had denied him of that. Â I pull in next to my son’s car at the driveway and proceed out of the car. I retrieve the evidence box in the back seat. Afterwards, I head for the front door of the house when Ryan gets out of the car and slams the door behind him. He walks frustratingly to the door at a much faster pace than me. I look up at him then look down as I sigh in frustration. Then I look at the evidence box, there was a note on top of the box taped onto it. Was this there before? I stare at it with caution, I wanted to ask Ryan if he saw this note here before, but he was in the front seat with me and the box was in the back; isolated behind Ryanâs seat.
The handwriting was sloppy and the note was stained with spots of red. I wasnât sure what the red stains were but I had a pretty good idea as to who it’s from. Why is he doing this? What can he possibly want from me?
I then walk inside my house and place the box on the coffee table and toss my keys on the sofa across from the table. I sit down on the sofa and rest my head on the pleather couch. As I lay my head, I hear Ryan stomping his way down stairs, I then realize he canât see this, not on top of the box, if he sees this note he will be even angrier with me for even having a connection with the killer. I quickly take the note, fold it in half and put it inside my jacket pocket.
“Ok let’s see the evidence.” Ryan demanded from behind me as he plops next to me and takes the lid off the evidence box and started slowly picking out items of evidence in plastic bags which are labeled and sealed. He had the decency to handle them with latex gloves on. After He pulled out the first couple items he pulled out a small plastic sheet in his pocket and lays it flat on the table and slowly pulls the small shreds out the box and lays them down upon the plastic covering.
âExcuse me?” I ask as I look at every move he makes. He stares down and looks to his right, at me. âWe need to find this guy and if any of this stuff can help us then Iâm not wasting another second. We will find him.” He explains. His tone was dark and sincere. âI thought I told you we are not doing this anymore, alright? Even if B.I.K’s alive and active doesnât mean we can go hunting for him!” I demand. âLook dad… If we find him we find your Brother.” He tells me trying to reach some angle of persuasion. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â “What are you implying?” I ask as anger fills up in my voice. âIâm saying maybe B.I.K knows about your brother. Maybe, just maybe, he killed him and no one knows what happened to him because he was dead before they even so much as heard a word from him.” He gestures as if to talk with his hands and then pauses to hear my reply, which I did not give. He scoffs and shakes his head and returns to examining the evidence. “Whatever Dad, Iâll just do this on my own.” I didnât so much as spoke a word to him. He crossed the biggest line of all and I was so angry that speaking to him will just result to more yelling, I sigh and get up from the couch. Ryan moves over to occupy the space I used to sit in on the couch, and completely ignores my anger and focuses on the evidence. I swear sometimes this kid gets on my nerves.
I then walk to the fridge, grab a beer, and walk up stairs to my room. I plop onto my bed in my room and then I slowly sit up and pull out the blood stained note with my left hand as I held the beer in my right. I leaned at the edge of the right side of my bed and I take a sip of the beer and started to read the note from my ‘secret admirer’. I started to read: âDEAR DETECTIVE…â it read,
âI HAVE BEEN WATCHING YOU AND YOUR SONâŚâ I suddenly had a chill down my spine.
âYOU WILL NOW CEASE ANY AND ALL ACTIVITY, RELATED TO CAPTURING AND OR KILLING ME; THAT OF WHICH I FIND TO BE IMPOSSIBLE. BUT IF YOU DO NOT COME TO TERMS WITH WHAT I DEMANDED, I WILL KILL YOU AND THAT STUPID HALF WITTED SON OF YOURS.â. A flash of anger filled my eyes as I read on,
âNOT ONLY WILL I KILL YOU TWO, BUT I SHALL MAKE EXAMPLES OF YOU. I WONT JUST IMPALE YOUR HEADS AND BURN THE BODIES, I WILL BATHE IN YOU AND YOUR SON’S BLOOD.’
With every word, my stomach grew weaker and every sip of beer made me more intoxicated and unmanageable. I was beginning to mumble to myself. I read on.
âYOU WILL REGRET THE DAY YOU SPARED ME AT THE STATION! YOU WILL REGRET EVER KNOWING WHO I AM, SO TO SPARE YOU THE PAIN OF ALL I HAVE JUST EXPLAINED, QUIT WHILE YOUâRE AHEAD! SIGNED BIK. P.S. ITâS BEST WE KEEP THIS NOTE AWAY FROM MY NEPHEW; SEE YOU SOON BROTHERâŚâ
Oh My God…