#7 FLASH: Charley Wilks (Continued)
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"Heartman is fine, thank you for asking." Drason scolded as he nodded his head in disbelief, "He just got nicked, nothing horrible." He snapped as he sat on the end of the desk.
Jack frowned as he looked to his right to see the stern face of Agent Fredricks, "Is there something wrong?"
Drason nodded his head with a snort, "Yea, there is a big problem!"
"You mind explaining it to me?" he asked.
"We were hoping you would be smart enough to know that on your own."
"Sorry to disappoint you."
Drason jumped down from the corner of his desk and walked around and opened his drawer, "On this tape, I have in my drawer, is a voice recording of me ordering you to stand down. Then you saying, we have a man down. Then me telling to stand down again, and then the sound of you getting hit by a car. Why did you disobey my orders!"
"I took my ear piece off."
"Yea, that was the first stupid thing you did. Can I ask why you went so haywire over a situation you were not supposed to be in."
"I know something about the Wilks case."
"Yea? And what is that?"
"I have reason to believe that he is the Dargan City Rapist."
Drason rolled his head around in its joint, "Oh for Christ sake! Where the hell did you ever come up with that!"
"I have worked with the Dargan City Rapist before, he is my case?"
"Yea, The Dargan City Strangler is your case, not the Charley Wilks investigation!"
"They are the same person!"
"What proof do you have of this!"
"When I was with the FBI, I worked for a case, it was the story of Lindsey Belchner. Maybe you heard this one in the paper."
"Sure, what about it."
"She was raped, and then stabbed numerous times, the killer flung the knife all around sending blood and entrails flying all over the walls?"
"Godamnit Jack! I just ate! Will you take it easy on me?"
"Sorry. The next day we find a woman named Dana Heaston, who was crucified on the wall with railroad pikes and barb wire around her wrists and throat. She too, was raped. We had numerouse reports that were exactly the same, ranging between the years of, 1994, through present. Each case was female, between the ages of fifteen, and thirty five, raped, and brutally murdered. As soon as the bureau looses track of him?"
Fredricks leaned foreward, "Hold it hot shot! We never lost him. He just stopped doing murders. There is a difference."
"Fine, whatever, the bureau sees nothing from this guy for at least a week, and suddenly this Charley Wilks case comes up. Three murders, in one week, each of the females were between twenty, and thirty years of age. They were raped, and brutally murdered."
Fredricks sighed, "I have to agree on what he is saying. The first one was Allaina Belchardi, she was found naked, with her limbs cut off and hung on the doorway. She was age 24. The second, Josie Meanings, age 27, she had a carrot lodged down her throat. We found her naked, and yes, the semen samples are being analyzed. And the one, just earlier this morning, Frau Baurona, age 30, raped, gutted, beheaded, eyes gouged out by staples, her tongue was cut out, and stapled to her forehead, just like the Dargan City Rapist case."
Drason's eyes turned to Pullman, and Jack knew he was waiting for him to say something, "Who is in charge of the Wilk's case?"
"Well, I know he is just a rookie, but I gave it to Heartman, to let him gnaw on it for a little while."
"Heartman! Are you crazy!"
"He had to start somewhere. So I gave it to him and he is supposed to come with me for all concerns. I also got people studying him during investigations.
Jack leaned foreward and placed his fingertips together, "If Charly Wilks and the Dargan City Strangler is the same person, then it is not for Heartman. Believe me, this guy has killed FBI agents before."
Fredrick's sighed as he rubbed his forehead, "To be more specific, my partner. But I still don't believe this is the same person."
Jack growled and staired directly at him, "Have you been listening dip shit? The cases are exactly the same!"
"Yes I have, and I have also noticed that for six years the bureau has been studying the Dargan City Rapist case, and never once did he leave a fingerprint. Now, suddenly, this Charley Wilks comes along, and he leaves a fingerprint!"
"He is human, he's not perfect!"
"Will you come off it Pullman! Jesus, isn't it possible he is a copy cat!"
"Nobody is that precise."
"How would you know rookie!"
"Guys!" Drason yelled breaking it up between the two, "Will you two shut up!" he said as he leaned against this desk in front of them again, "What the hell are you doing here anyways bureau?" he asked folding his arms across his chest looking at Fredricks for answers.
"I was driving along when I saw cop cars in front of the apartment. So I went in and checked, and it looked like the Dargan City Rapist, so I stayed and helped.
"Why would you care if it was the Dargan City Rapist anyways, you gave all information to Detective Pullman."
"Well, he has rained in on my investigations, I might as well let him know how it feels."
"You still have no frame of reference here as I can see. So shut up."
"Look, give me the Wilks case, at least for a little while."
Drason reached over and pressed his intercolm, "Gene, send Deputy Heartman in here please." He looked back to Jack, "This is Heatman's case. I am sorry, but I have an idea, "Since you have experience with this case or something like it, I have decided that you help Heatman through." There was a knock on the door, "Come!"
Heartman walked inside, "You wanted to see me?"
"That's right, you have been assigned to the Wilks case, havn't you?"
"That's right sir."
"Very well, if this is the same case as you say it is Jack, then you two can swap information. But if it isn't, at least you have information which can help."
"What the fuck is this! He's not even a detective. He is only a deputy." Jack complained.