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Ask Me No Questions and I'll Tell You No Lies	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 2448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own 21JS or the characters. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is coincidental.

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Friday morning
Booker stared despondently at the crumpled piece of paper in his hand. Rows of words covered every inch of the page; many crossed out with angry pen strokes wielded by a man who, as each hour ticked by, became increasingly frustrated. Two days had passed since Tom’s abduction and since receiving the tape, Dennis had played it hundreds of times. He chose to forfeit sleep so he could continue his examination of the video, relying on coffee and adrenaline to keep him awake. Now, almost twenty-four hours later, he knew that he could no longer continue. Tears of exhaustion filled his dark eyes and his sense of guilt intensified. If he had not phoned Fuller from Tom’s apartment, he would have been there to defend Hanson when the man broke in. It was his fault that a sadistic rapist was holding Tom captive and now it was his fault that he was too stupid to decipher the silent message.
He had failed Tom and he would never forgive himself.
Swiping away the stray tears that trickled down his cheeks, he stood up and walked over to his desk. After hours in front of the television, he was reasonably certain that the third word that Tom was mouthing was Bentley. He wondered if it was in reference to a car or if it was in fact, another name. It was another small clue and he needed to pass it on to his Captain immediately.
As he reached out for the phone, it suddenly rang, the loud piercing sound making him jump. Snatching up the receiver, he barked his name in reply. “Booker!”
Adam Fuller’s anguished voice sounded down the line. “Booker, it’s Fuller. We’ve received another tape.”
The room swam before Dennis’ eyes and he leaned against the desk for support. Screwing his eyes closed and pinching the bridge of his nose, he tried desperately to keep from throwing up. “Is he… Oh God! Is he being raped?” he asked in a desperate voice.
“Yes,” Fuller replied quietly. “And there’s another message. We’ve copied the tape and Sal’s bringing it straight over.”
Booker’s legs started to shake and pulling out a chair, he sat down heavily and resting his elbow on the table, he held his head in his hand. “Did forensics come up with anything from the first tape?” he murmured, not wanting to think about what he was about to witness when the second video arrived.
Fuller sighed. “They agree that the first word is Edward and they think the second word is Mister.”
Dennis’ head snapped up. “Jesus!” he exclaimed.
“Does that mean something to you?” Fuller asked, his voice rising slightly.
Running his trembling fingers through his hair, Booker tried to contain his excitement. “Cap’n, I’ve been watching this tape all night and I’m ninety-nine percent certain that the third word is Bentley. That makes it Mister Bentley. We have a second name!”
Silence greeted Dennis’ announcement until eventually, Fuller responded in a gentle tone. “I agree, it’s something but don’t get your hopes up Booker, we're still searching for a needle in a haystack.”
The initial elation that Booker felt quickly disappeared and his shoulders slumped. His Captain was right; the names Edward and Mr. Bentley did not offer any real clues to Hanson’s whereabouts. They would need much more if they were to rescue their colleague.
A deep feeling of hopelessness overwhelmed Dennis and after promising Fuller that he would get some rest, he hung up the phone.
Standing up, he walked over to the couch and sat back down, his eyes staring expectantly at his front door. The sooner he got the second tape, the sooner he would be able to try to decode Hanson’s desperate message.
**
The first time Dennis played the tape he was unable to watch. Tom’s agonized screams and the abject terror on his face as the man dragged his naked body across the floor by the chain around his neck was too much for Booker. Clasping a hand over his mouth, he bolted from his chair and collapsing on the bathroom floor, he vomited into the toilet. Perspiration prickled his forehead and his body trembled uncontrollably. It took several minutes before he felt well enough to flush the lavatory and stand up. Turning on the faucet, he splashed his face with cool water before rinsing out his mouth. Leaning against the hand basin, he stared at his dripping reflection in the mirror and was shocked to see how pale his face was. The dark smudges under his eyes bore testimony to his lack of sleep and the left side of his jaw bore the bruise from Penhall’s angry punch.
Turning off the faucet, he grabbed a towel and dried his face. As he stared again at his reflection, he realized that he was too emotional and too tired to concentrate on the sickening video. He needed a few hours sleep and something other than coffee if he was to give his full attention to the unenviable task he had volunteered to do.
Sighing with resignation, he threw the towel on the floor and walked into his bedroom. Without bothering to undress, he climbed onto his bed and fell into a troubled sleep.
**
Darkness once again shrouded the room and Tom lay shivering on the cold, wet cement floor. His rape had been prolonged and brutal and it had taken all of his willpower not to continue screaming throughout the ordeal. Instead, he had screwed his eyes closed and repeated three important words that he hoped would give the police the clue to his whereabouts.
He was certain that his assumption was correct. The conclusion had come to him when he opened the cardboard box and found dozens of X-rated movies. He had immediately remembered the adult movie shop he had loitered in front of whilst posing as a homeless teen prostitute. That and the loud chime of a clock he had heard on the first day of his captivity, convinced him that he was in a room inside the adult store that stood on the opposite side of the road to the city clock tower. As it was all he had, he silently chanted, adult movie shop… adult movie shop… adult movie shop… in the vain hope that someone would understand what he meant.
When the rape was finally over, the man had instructed Edward to untie Tom and reconnect his chain to the wall. Laughing cruelly, he had ended the abuse by throwing several buckets of freezing cold water over Hanson’s naked body before tossing the container against the wall. Taking Edward by the hand, he had left, slamming the door behind him and plunging the room into darkness.
**
Having awoken after only a few hours sleep, Booker took a long, hot shower and reheated the three-day-old Chinese food he found in his refrigerator. After his meal, he made a cup of coffee and with his notebook and pen in hand, he sat down in front of the TV. With a shaky hand, he pressed play on the VCR’s remote and stared at the screen. His grasp on the pen in his hand tightened and his knuckles whitened as he watched Tom kicking and screaming as the man pulled him across the floor. Knowing what was coming, Booker’s breathing became shallow as he watched forceful hands bend Hanson over the table before his arms and legs were tethered. The man grinned manically into the camera, his arrogance evident in the lack of care he had at showing his face.
When the rape began, Dennis muted the sound and focused on Tom’s mouth. He watched the tape to the end before rewinding it to the place where Hanson started speaking. This time, it did not take him long to split the words into syllables. The first two words consisted of two syllables each and the last had one. He quickly decided that the first syllable of the first word was a, the first syllable of the second word was moo and the first syllable of the third word was sh. After watching the tape several more times, he wrote vee as the second syllable of the second word. Looking down at what he had written, his hand began to tremble. Moo-vee could be movie. Excited by his progress, Dennis concentrated on the first word. He wrote down dolt next to a and stared at the word. Suddenly, it dawned on him that it was not a-dolt but a-dult.
Jumping to his feet, he let out a yell of excitement as he stared at the words in front of him. Tom was saying adult movie and it was more than likely that the last word was shop. Adult movie shop! A distant memory nagged in the back of Dennis’ mind and he tried desperately to bring it to the forefront. Sitting down on the couch, he held his head in his hands and closing his eyes, he furrowed his brow and concentrated. Slowly, an image from his last assignment came into his mind; Tom looking cold and miserable whilst standing outside a brightly lit window advertising adult movies.
Leaping from the couch, he ran into his bedroom and grabbed his gun. As he bolted from his apartment and down the stairs to his car, he completely forgot that he should have phoned Fuller.
**
Pulling up across the street from the adult shop, Booker sat for several minutes watching the store. At six o’clock at night, the shop was doing a reasonable trade and Dennis wondered how it was that no one heard Tom’s cries for help. He concluded that Hanson was in a room at the very back of the shop, away from customers’ listening ears and the busy street outside.
Getting out of the car, he dodged the peak hour traffic and ran across the road. He furtively stared through the window but the tinting prevented him from seeing inside. Walking to the street corner, he turned into a dimly lit side alley. Adrenaline coursed through his veins and pulling out his gun, he kept to the shadows and slowly made his way along the uneven asphalt.
At the sound of voices, Booker flattened himself against the brick building and tightened his grip on his gun. His eyes widened when he saw the man walk out of a doorway approximately ten feet away. The man paused and spoke to someone inside the shop before closing the door and sauntering further down the alleyway. Dennis followed silently behind, his heart hammering in his chest. After walking another twenty feet the man stopped and Booker heard the screech of rusty hinges as he opened a large metal door. The man disappeared inside and the door banged closed.
Moving slowly forward, Booker reached the door and listened. Unable to hear any noise from inside, he carefully tried the levered handle. Knowing that the squeal of the rusty hinges would forewarn the man that someone was entering the room, Dennis knew he needed to act fast. Counting silently to three, he raised his gun and threw open the door.
His first sight was Tom. The young police officer wore a manacle around his neck and the long chain shackled him to the wall. He was naked and the right side of his body was a mass of purple bruises. Turning his head, Booker pointed his gun at the man who had caused Hanson so much pain. He quickly pulled out his badge and held it in front of him. “Police! Get down on the floor!”
The man smiled in amusement. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he crooned. “Another boyish police officer, this must be my lucky day.”
As he started to shout his command again, Dennis heard Tom cry out a warning. Turning slightly, he felt a powerful bolt of pain surging through his head and he fell to the ground unconscious.
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