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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
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Stepping out into the dark, foul smelling alleyway, the two officers shivered when the cool night air made contact with their clammy skin. The fear that Edward would appear at any moment brandishing a gun spurred them on and holding onto each other, they stumbled down the dimly lit lane. They felt no embarrassment at their nakedness; their only objective was to get as far away from the adult movie shop as possible and find help.
When they staggered from the shadows and out into the bright lights of the main thoroughfare, they heard a piercing scream. Turning their heads, the two men saw a middle-aged woman with one hand clamped over her mouth and the other pointing at them with a trembling finger. Several other pedestrians ran over and the street soon became a chaotic scene. The pavements filled with curious onlookers, all jostling to get a look at the bruised and naked men who had stumbled out of the darkness. Dennis and Tom felt gentle hands guiding them down onto the curb and someone placed a coat around each of their naked shoulders, covering their humiliation. Too dazed to speak, they sat silently and continued to hold each other whilst people bustled around them.
The sound of sirens rent the air and within moments, flashing lights added to the confusion. Several police officers stepped forward and cleared a space around the two bewildered men. Tom started to giggle when he heard the younger officer use the catch phrase, “Nothing to see here, move along,” but his laughter soon turned to uncontrollable sobbing. Ignoring the shocked faces around him, Dennis pulled Hanson’s head to his chest and murmured against his matted hair. “Shh Tommy, it’s okay, we’re going to be okay.”
A paramedic stepped forward and squatting down, she gently placed a hand on Booker’s shoulder. “Let’s get you some privacy,” she murmured softly. The compassion on the woman’s face brought tears to Dennis’ eyes and he nodded silently. Keeping his arm wrapped protectively around Hanson’s shoulders, he carefully helped the stunned officer to his feet. They walked the few steps to the waiting ambulance and once inside the door slammed closed and the noises outside became muffled and distant.
After sitting the two officers together on one stretcher, the woman introduced herself. “Hi, my name’s Meg,” she said quietly. “Is it okay if I give the two of you a quick examination?”
Dennis could feel Tom’s body trembling beneath his touch and he gave Meg a worried smile. “Tommy’s been through a lot and he’s traumatized. Can’t we take him straight to the hospital?”
Meg smiled reassuringly. “Of course, but I’d like to check your vitals first so I can radio ahead.”
“Okay,” Dennis agreed and the young paramedic set to work. When she was satisfied with her assessment, she instructed her partner to drive to the hospital.
As the ambulance pulled away from the curb and headed towards St. Mary’s, Booker hugged Tom tightly. “It’s over,” he whispered into Hanson’s ear. However, little did he know that a new nightmare was about to begin.
**
Lying back against his pillow, Booker stared at the curtains that the nurse had pulled around his bed to give him some privacy. He wondered if Hanson was in the cubicle next to him but because he had a drip inserted into his arm he could not get out of bed and look. He had been in the hospital for hours and had undergone a scan on his kidney, blood tests and an internal exam; including a rape kit. He felt emotionally drained knowing that the nightmare was over and he longed to take a hot shower and wash away the evidence of his ordeal.
Pushing away the tray of food that he had been unable to eat, he sighed heavily and closed his eyes. Within seconds, they flew back open as he heard Penhall’s loud voice reverberating around the room.
“You have to let me see him!” Doug shouted. “This is now a police matter and I’m the goddamn police!”
The nurse muttered something inaudible and when Penhall responded, Booker’s blood ran cold. “What do you mean he’s in the psych ward?” the officer boomed.
Unable to stay silent any longer, Booker sat up in bed. “PENHALL!” he yelled.
“Booker?” Penhall replied in surprise. In his panic to see Tom, he had completely forgotten that Dennis was also in the hospital.
Seconds later the curtain around Booker’s bed yanked open and Penhall strode over to the bed. When he caught sight of Dennis’ pale face, he drew to an abrupt halt. “Jesus,” he murmured and his eyes shone with pity. “Are you okay?”
Booker swallowed down the lump in his throat and he managed to nod his assent before a single tear spilled over and wound down his pallid cheek.
Pulling up a chair, Penhall sat down. “What the hell happened?” he asked quietly. “There are homicide detectives crawling all over the adult movie shop where you were found.”
Remembering his instructions to Hanson to keep quiet about what had happened in the final moments of their imprisonment; Booker closed his eyes and remained silent. Frustration showed on Doug’s face and leaning in close, he spoke in a low voice. “There’s a dead man lying in a warehouse with choke marks around his neck. You need to admit what you did Booker. I don’t want Tommy implicated in this, do you understand me?”
Opening his eyes, Dennis gazed up at Penhall. “Perfectly,” he replied softly. He was determined not to divulge that Tom had been the one to kill Bentley. If the police did not know which man committed the murder then their case became more difficult to prove.
However, for his plan to work he had to hope that Tom would not break under the pressure and admit that he was the one guilty of taking another man’s life.
**
After twenty-four hours under observation in the psychiatric ward, the supervising doctor released Hanson. Homicide detectives drove both he and Booker to their respective homes, where they showered and dressed before an unmarked police car took them to the Los Angeles Police Department for questioning. They stood silently together until the two detectives returned and with a final glance at each other, the senior officers led them away to separate interrogation rooms.
Sitting in the small room, Tom chewed nervously on the skin around his thumb. Booker’s words echoed eerily in his mind and his heart rate increased as it dawned on him that he was about to do something that went against everything he believed in as a police officer. By refusing to talk about what had happened to Rory Bentley, he was obstructing justice. There was no sugarcoating it, he had killed a man and he should receive whatever punishment a judge found fit to bestow upon him. He knew he should own up to what he had done and face the full extent of the law, but the thought of spending years in prison terrified him. Rapes were a common part of prison life and after having experienced such unspeakable horrors at the hands of the man, he was certain that he would not be able to cope with any more abuse without losing his mind completely.
Sighing heavily, he made up his mind. Booker’s reasoning made sense; if they stuck together and remained tightlipped about who had killed Bentley it would be more difficult for a jury to convict them.
The door opened and Detective John Seymour entered the room. Sitting down opposite Tom, he motioned towards a tape recorder. “This interview will be recorded. Do you understand?”
Tom nodded silently. Pressing the record button, Seymour spoke in a clear voice. “Interview with Officer Thomas James Hanson conducted on the twenty-third of January 1989 at eleven ten a.m. by Detective John Stanley Seymour. Officer Hanson, can you please confirm that you have been read your rights.” When Tom replied in the affirmative, Seymour shuffled through his papers and leaning back in his chair, he placed his hands behind his head. “So Tom, let’s start at the beginning...”
**
Booker watched as Detective Adamson angrily snatched up his notes and left the room. Wiping at the sweat that had beaded on his forehead during the long interrogation, he let out an exhausted sigh. Glancing at the clock that hung on the grey, nicotine stained wall, he saw that it was almost four o’clock in the afternoon. During the long interview, he had spoken openly about how he had deciphered Hanson’s message and gone to the adult movie shop in search of his colleague. He went on to describe being hit on the head and waking up chained next to Tom. Talking about the rapes had been more difficult but he had managed to keep his voice calm whilst he recounted the details. He had left out his encounter with Tom on purpose, as he did not think that Hanson would want the episode becoming gossip around the department. Although he knew that he was omitting vital information that could ultimately help their case, the thought of sparing Tom any further humiliation had helped him to justify it in his mind.
Eventually, the questioning turned to what had happened to Bentley and it was then that Booker turned silent. Adamson used every trick in the book to try to get him to talk, but Dennis had remained resolute whilst he stared impassively at the detective.
Now he sat waiting to see if the detectives thought they had enough of a case to charge either one or both of them with manslaughter. He hoped that Tom had not confessed to killing Bentley. Although a long shot, he was confident that his plan would work and he wanted to spare Hanson a prison sentence that would end his career. His plan was not fool proof and there was a strong chance that they would both be charged. If that happened, there was a high probability that they would be sent to the county jail until their trial. It was not a perfect plan by any means but if they were both sent to jail, at least he would be there to protect Tom.
The door opened and Detective Adamson walked back into the room. Pulling out a pair of handcuffs, he motioned for Booker to stand up. As he snapped on the cuffs, he gave Dennis a cold, hard stare. “Dennis Booker, you are being charged with one count of voluntary manslaughter, if you cannot afford an attorney one will be appointed for you. If you…”
Booker tuned out the detective’s droning voice and looking out into the corridor, he saw Tom, who was also in handcuffs, being led silently away. Seeing the fear on Hanson’s face, he managed to relay a comforting smile whilst deep inside, the feeling of panic engulfed him.
**
Penhall, Ioki and Hoffs sat in Fuller’s office, their faces showing shock at what their superior had just explained to them. “So they’ll both be held in the county jail until the trial,” Fuller finished in a business like tone.
Turning away, Penhall slammed the palm of his hand against the wall. “Dammit!” he exclaimed in frustration. “Why is Hanson protecting him? It’s obvious Booker is the one who killed Bentley.”
“We don’t know that Doug,” Judy replied softly. “It could have been Tom.”
Walking over to Hoffs, Penhall placed his hands on her shoulders. “Do you really believe that Jude?” he asked in a soft voice. “Do you really believe that Hanson is capable of taking another man’s life by wrapping a chain around his neck and choking the breath out of him?”
“I don’t know what to believe anymore,” Judy replied as tears filled her eyes. “This whole case is driving me insane. How could that man have done those things to Hanson and Booker?”
Harry pulled Hoffs into a comforting embrace. “Don’t worry, common sense will prevail and Tom will be acquitted, you’ll see.”
“And Dennis?” Judy asked quietly. “What will happen to him?”
Penhall let out a low growl and walking over to the door, he paused and looked back over his shoulder. “Booker will finally get what he deserves,” he muttered angrily and turning away, he walked out of the room.
Fuller remained silent throughout his officer’s exchange of words. Like Judy, he did not know what to believe. All he knew was that he had two officers in custody and one of them was guilty of manslaughter.
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