Snatched…new writing, unedited, incomplete…

At 0900, Konan and Lilly walked into the precinct. Konan had called on his way in to holding and had Bronowski put into an interview room.

Lilly had stopped and bought coffee. She handed one to Konan.

“So, I’m still lead?”

“Yup. I’m gonna drink coffee and watch you work Bronowski. Thanks for the coffee.”

“You’re welcome, Konan.”

Konan walked into the room behind the two-way mirror and sat down. Lilly walked in and sat across from Bronowski.

“Morning, Detective Thompson.”

“Morning, former detective Bronowski.”

He laughed, and Lilly cringed. His voice shrill, his laughter soaked in darkness. She’d been in the room less than ten minutes, and he had already irritated her.

“I know you and Titus killed Bradley Freeman, and I know, you know, where Titus is now. So, let’s not waste any time with stupid games. Tell me where he is.”

“I admit nothing, and you’ve got nothing. You never start the game with your strongest pieces, detective. Where’s Konan?”

“We have a witness who saw you three beat Bradley Freeman with your fists and a tire iron. Then, you ran over him.”

“Three? Who is this invisible person?”

“Why don’t you tell me?”

“Nah, I’ve got nothing to say.”

“You’re not helping yourself at all, Bronowski.”

“I’m not helping you either, detective. Good luck gathering evidence to put me away.”

Konan walked in and sat down next to Lilly. Bronowski shook his head and grinned at Konan.

“There is the great, detective. What’s going on, Konan?”

“Oh, you know. Drinking coffee, watching my partner grill you.”

“Grill me? Ha. She’s not fierce enough to grill me.”

“Ah, I don’t know about that. She crushed your eggs the last time y’all met.”

Bronowski stayed quiet, but Konan saw the anger that flashed in his eyes.

“Titus is smart to stay hidden. If we can’t find him, you will take the rap for Bradley Freeman. Plus, the DA will strap you with the assault on six officers. That will get strapped to the gurney.”

“They won’t give me death. It’s a nicer, more polite world out there, Konan.”

“You think so, do you?”

“Yeah. I’ll take my chances.”

“Okay.”

The door opened and Carl Theodore Higgins walked in. He pushed his glasses up. Bronowski grew quiet, his fake bravado forgotten.

“I’m C.T. Higgins, a prosecutor attached to the District Attorney’s Office, Mr. Bronowski. Where’s your attorney.”

“I don’t have one.”

Higgins turned to Lilly and Konan and raised his eyebrows.

“He hasn’t asked for one, sir.”

“Detective Thompson, did you ask if he wanted one?”

“No.”

“Mr. Bronowski, do you want an attorney present?”

“I can’t afford one, and I don’t want some wet behind the ears public defender.”

“Fine. I am seeking the death penalty for the murder of Mr. Freeman. Plus, you attempted to murder six officers. So, it’s not difficult to see you strapped to a gurney receiving the hot shot.”

“Hold up. What kind of deal can I get if I help you guys out?”

“Depends on how good your information is, Bronowski. Tell me, and we’ll go from there.”

“Okay. Titus had pulled over Freeman before. He said Freeman had an attitude and needed tuning up. I thought we’d throw him a beating to put the fear of God in him. Titus wanted more than a pound of flesh.

Things got out of hand. I beat him, Titus went and got a tire iron. He beat him in the ribs with it. Then….”

“You chained him to the back of the car and drug him,” Lilly snarled. Bronowski paled.

“Yeah, but he didn’t die. I thought we’d leave him there and call an ambulance when we left. Titus said Freeman knew too much. He propped him up…”

“…and you ran over him,” Lilly said. “You tortured that man, and then finished him off by taking turns and running over him.”

“Yeah. That’s how it happened.”

Konan finished his coffee and tossed the cup in the trash. Higgins and Lilly sat quietly. Bronowski looked at the table and said nothing more.

“That’s a nice story, Bronowski. What’s the name of the woman that went with you and Titus?”

“Um,” Bronowski muttered, “is that important?”

“Yes. She beat Freeman too, didn’t she?”

“She didn’t want to.”

“Name,” Higgins said. Bronowski nodded. “Darlene Smith. She’s an officer at the 3-9.”

“Jesus,” Lilly muttered. Higgins shook his head and closed his eyes.

“Why did she want someone to pay?”

“A guy raped her five-year-old daughter.”

“And she wanted revenge. Why Freeman?”

“Because the guy that raped the daughter had black skin, and no one had been arrested. She decided Freeman would do.”

“So, you, Titus, and Smith went out in search of vengeance.”

“Yeah.”

“How did you and Titus know Smith?”

“Titus dated her. He’s the father of Smith’s child.”

“Wonderful.”

“Where’s Titus now,” Lilly snapped. “And don’t tell me you don’t know.”


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