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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Night � Chapter 7.
The past six hours had moved along at a frantic pace. The whole precinct was a buzz with activity, officers had come in on their day off or were working overtime, anything to try and help. Claudette, Aceveda, Vic and Special Agents Ryde and Wallace were in the newly appointed incident room poring over the initial forensic reports from Dutch�s house. When Ryde and Wallace had gone there to take a look at the crime scene they had managed to hurry the forensics along by offering the FBI�s laboratory facilities. So far it didn�t look particularly optimistic. The blood on the bedding and wall was Dutch�s blood group, as was the blood on the broken glass which indicated it got there during a struggle, this was confirmed by an analysis of the spatter pattern of the blood drops. The bloody handprint was also Dutch�s as the fingerprints it left were confirmed as his. Most of the fingerprints in the bedroom were Dutch�s; the only exceptions didn�t show up on the computer record searches carried out so far, although they did match prints from the other crime scenes. The semen sample the perpetrator had left also matched that of the other samples they�d gathered from thher her officer�s homes and also from their bodies. Of course it was too early for a DNA match, that would take weeks; but it had been discovered that the perpetrator was a secretor of blood group A and this was the same as the sample found at Dutch�s house, and as Dutch�s blood group was AB that discounted him. As they�d suspected surveillance cameras were found in Dutch�s home, they had been minute but apparently top of the line equipment, hidden in light fixtures and in the couple of fire alarms in the house. Basically every room was covered and the phone had also been tapped, Claudette had shuddered at the thought of Dutch�s every move being watched and for God knows how long. It was this surveillance equipment which actually provided their only viable lead, house to house inquiries having failed to come up with any witnesses. The tech guys who�d looked at it confirmed it only had a � mile range tops so that meant the perpetrator probably had a place within a � mile radius of Dutch�s house. Somewhere he�d rented perhaps, a house or lock up, somewhere he might have relaxed enough to of made a mistake, left a clue. There were officers out now questioning landlords, estate agents and letting agencies.
At least the forensic reports made slightly easier reading then the files of the previous five cases. There had been rumours, gossip on the police grapevine about what had happened to the officers who were victims of The Stalker, but none of that could of prepared them for the graphic details and crime scene photos contained within those files. As she had read through the files Claudette felt ill, and if the faces of Vic and Aceveda were a reflection of hers she knew she must look pretty sickly too. Vic dropped the file he�d been reading onto the table top in disgust, looking up at the FBI agents he asked,
"What are you guys at Wilshire Boulevard doing. Don�t you have anything on this guy, I mean you must have something right, some kind of clue as to who your dealing with?"
Before either of the agents could answer a voice from the door spoke,
"Actually we think we do know who were dealing with, his name�s Simon Collins."
Standing in the doorway were two men both in their forties, in dark suits that just screamed feds. They stepped into the room and introduced themselves.
"Special Agent Toby Young, and this is my partner Frank Alvarez. We from the Washington office."
After introductions were returned Claudette impatiently turned to them and asked,
"What about this suspect Collins, what makes you think he�s the one who�s got my partner, and how is that going to get him back?"
It was Alvarez who pulled a new file from the briefcase he was carrying, he opened it on the tabletop and there was a photo of the prime suspect on top. Claudette moved forward to get a good look at the man, the animal, who could be responsible for Dutch�s disappearance. The face that stared up at her made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, a shiver shot down her spine. It was a cold face, cruel. He was in his mid forties and although it was only a head and shoulders shot you could see that this man was strong, powerfully built. He was smiling in the photo but there was no warmth to it, it never reached his eyes that were a cold, watery blue in colour, washed out and lifeless. The smile, the curving of those thin, bloodless lips was more of a sneer than anything else was. God, Claudette hated to think that her partner could be with this man, at his mercy.
"Simon Patrick Collins, 44, born in Hamilton, Ohio, current whereabouts unknown." Alvarez told them.
"Hamilton, Ohio isn�t that where one of the victims was from?" Mackey asked.
"Exactly," Alvarez confirmed, smiling grimly. "That�s what led us to him. The fact that all of the victims came from big cities except for officer Coode, it was an anomaly from his pattern and serial predators usually don�t deviate from their routine unless there�s a significant reason for doing so. We went to Hamilton and dug a little deeper, for someone with a grudge against the police, someone with money too, the surveillance equipment he uses is top quality equipment, expensive. Collins� name came up, and when we questioned some of the officers who remembered him and read the newspaper reports on his case he definitely fitted the profile."
"Why, what�s his grudge and how does Dutchboy fit into his warped little world view?" Mackey asked.

Alvarez looked at them all and then continued his explanation,

"Collins was convicted in 1986, along with anr gur guy Phillip Newman, of the abduction, rape and murder of a 19 year old kid Geoff Massara. There was no doubt of Newman�s involvement the forensic evidence was overwhelming, but Collins was another matter. He�d been more careful, there were no fibre traces left by him; no fingerprints and he�d used a condom so no semen sample either. However, he made one mistake, his car, hairs from Geoff were found in the trunk and then Newman gave a statement implicating Col, th, they were both given life with no chance of parole. Ten years later all that changed. One of the detectives who�d been involved in the case was caught manipulating evidence in a case he working."
"You mean he planted evidence to secure a conviction." Aceveda interjected.
"Basically yeah, anyway at the same time Collins� accomplice Newman suddenly changes his statement, he says that this same detective coerced him into implicating Collins, that Collins was innocent he�d never had anything to do with the kid�s murder."
"What did thrruprrupt detective have to say?" Claudette asked.
"Not a lot," Young spoke up for the first time. "Seems he didn�t fancy spending time in the company of men he�d put away in the state penitentiary, he ate his gun."
Alvarez nodded and then took up the story again, "Collins had always maintained that the hair evidence had been planted and with what had happened it gave credence to his claims, and of course Newman�s evidence cliched things. An appeal was quickly launched and the state was eager to make the whole thing go away as soon as possible, he was pardoned and got $10 million as compensation and basically to go away and not talk to the press."
"Why would Newman change his statement though to get Collins rele?&qu?" Claudette wanted to know.
"It seems Newman had been diagnosed with lung cancer, it was terminal and he made the new statement under the guise of a death bed confession to clear his conscience before he met his maker. However, upon his release Collins paid for Newman�s mother to be moved out of the state run nursing home she was in and into a luxury, very expensive place."
"So you think Newman and Collins made a bargain?" Vic asked.
"Yeah, but it wasn�t one Collins intended to keep. Newman died three months later and Collins disappeared as did the money paying for Mrs. Newman�s care." Alvarez explained.
"But if he�s been in the system then surely there�s a record of his fingerprints, his DNA on file somewhere?" Mackey wanted to know.
Alvarez sighed, "You�d think so, but it seems that another part of the deal not to embarrass anyone at election time was that Collins would fade away as long as his fingerprints were removed from the computer files. I�ve been all through those files and whoever removed them did a damn good job, there�s nothing left, even the forensic samples taken at the time of the trial were all destroyed."
"Shit!" Vic voiced the frustration they all felt. Turning to the FBI agents he asked, "But why Dutchboy, why would Collins pick him?"
"To be honest there�s no real answer to that question other than bad luck, for some reason only Collins knows he was just unfortunate enough to catch his eye." Turning to Claudette Alvarez saw the anguish there, the same anguish he and Toby had seen on the faces of the other police officers partners, "I�m sorry." He said quietly to her, hating the fact that he knew how much worse this was going to get for her when the first tape arrived, as he knew it would before the night was over.
The tape arrived roughly five hours later; a courier delivering it, confused to find himself hustled off for questioning. Although Alvarez and Young both knew from past experience that it would have been collected from either an untraceable third party, or a left luggage locker always something that they wouldn�t be able to track back to Collins. A forensic team quickly inspected it, but they found nothing but the obligatory set of fingerprints. Then came the moment they both dreaded as they sat in the darkened room and prepared to come face to face with evil. Also in the room were Special agents Ryde and Wallace, Captain Aceveda, Vic Mackey and of course Claudette. Before switching on the tape Agent Young turned to everyone and spoke,
"This is going to be hard, especially for those of you who know Detective Wagenbach, but we have to watch this all the way through because somewhere in here will be a clue to his whereabouts. I know you�ve been briefed about the little game this monster likes to play with us, but remember what he doesn�t know is that were onto him this time. Ready?" He asked.
At the hesitant nods he received he reached over steeling himself, briefly catching his partners eye before pressing the play button and supplying everyone in the room with the stuff of their nightmares for years to come.
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