CHAPTER 10

She felt their hands on her…touching her everywhere. One by one they seduced her…performing unspeakable acts. Things she had only heard about or read about in her Romance novels. Only there was nothing romantic about this…it was cold and harsh. It hurt so badly and she screamed again and again as they continued. A few times they had struck her to try and keep her quiet but her mind continued to fight. Her lips were swollen and her throat ached…from her screaming and from what they had done to her to muffle the sound. She gagged and threw up on one of them, which just caused the beating to continue. She was lost in the torment and the pain…and there was nothing she could do to prevent it. All she wanted to do was die…to get away from it…to find some release.

“C’mon baby…stay awake for me…you know you want it…you know you like it.” His voice echoed as they each took their turn… more than once. But it wasn’t Tony’s voice she was hearing…it was Davey…he was saying these horrible
things to her…as her punishment was administered.

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Hutch got in his car and grabbed the radio to request an APB on Wayne Coleman and asked that his file be pulled if he had one. He also requested a warrant for the arrest of Tony Antonidez…with Zack now deceased…there was no other choice. As he headed for the station a call came through the radio.

“Zebra Three…Zebra Three…Patch through from Captain Dobey.” The dispatcher called to him.

“This is Zebra Three…go ahead Cap’n.” Hutch answered.

“You can stop looking for Wayne Coleman…his mother just identified the body…he was discovered in the woods off Canyon Road.” Dobey told him.

“WHAT?” Hutch said as he felt his heart sink. “How long has he been dead?”

“The Coroner says at least 18…maybe 24 Hours.” Dobey said with sadness.  “Was he your only lead?”

“No…” Hutch said as he thought for a moment. “There’s one more.”

“Good luck Hutch…and be careful.” Dobey called back.

“I’m Careful…Starsky’s the other one.” Hutch joked trying to find a little humor in his remark.

“How’s he doing?”

“He’ll be all right…as soon as I find her.” Hutch answered. “Zebra Three out.”

Dobey hung up the phone and rested his head in his hands…his elbows on the desk. She had been through so much in the past few years…it’s a wonder she’s made it this far. If they find her dead…Starsky will probably quit the force…or try to. They were the two best men he had…and because of it…there didn’t seem to be any chance of a normal home life for either of them. When you make as many enemies as these guys do on a daily basis…you can’t expect to live like Ozzie and Harriet.

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When it was finally over…she was covered with blood, semen and sweat. The smell made her want to vomit as she covered herself with the terry cloth towel she had taken from upstairs and curled up into a protective ball near the wall on her small bed.

“Now…that wasn’t so bad was it?” Tony asked her in what she heard…was still Davey’s voice.

“Why…..Why?” She cried as she turned away from his face…still able to see Davey in his eyes.

“Because…you’re a little slut. “You wanted it…so we gave it to you…that’s what whores like you are good for.” He told her with a laugh.  “Did you think you were gonna be a virgin forever?”

His words echoed in her mind and the whole ordeal played out over and over in her head. But all the beating…all the vile sexual acts that she had to endure didn’t hurt as much as the horror of the sound of his voice. The cruel things he said to her. The words kept playing in her mind as if someone were hitting rewind again and again.

The physical torture paled in comparison…

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Hutch headed for the wealthier side of town. His place was just on the borderline. It was a clean quiet neighborhood and the further down the road you traveled…the more elaborate the homes became.

He knew where Mr. Antonidez resided. He was rarely seen off his estate and for good reason. He had more money than any one man rightfully deserved and in this town he would be an easy mark for anybody willing to take the risk. His son had everything a kid could want…fast cars…young girls by the car loads in bikinis by the pool…all the freedom he wished for…but no love. It was a commodity that his father didn’t possess. Probably the only one.

Hutch thought about the scene n the courtroom. His father had his head in his hands and at first Hutch thought he saw tears. As if he were actually concerned for his son…but at second glance…and as the proceedings continued…he realized that it was more out of embarrassment and shame…rather than love for a son who was obviously crying out for his help. The boy
had probably been screaming for attention for years.

Hutch pulled up to the gate and flashed his badge as the guard walked up to his car.

“I’m Detective Sergent Hutchinson…it’s urgent that I speak to Mr.  Antonidez.”

“Mr Antonidez isn’t expecting any visitors…and it’s a little late in the evening for a social call officer. Why don’t you come back tomorrow.” The attendant at the gate told him.

“You tell Mr. Antonidez that if I don’t see him right now…I’ll have twenty patrol cars busting down this gate in about 15 minutes.” Hutch said harshly. “I think he’ll change his mind.”

The man called up to the house and after a breif discussion concerning the threat and the potential reality of it…Hutch was allowed to enter.

He sped up to the elaborate entrance of the house and stepped out of his car quickly…almost running up to the front door.

“Mr. Antonidez is in the Library…right this way.” The Butler announced as he opened the door for him.

Hutch followed behind as the old man walked slowly across the large entry hall and to a huge set of double doors that led to the Library. He opened it slowly and stepped in to announce his presence when Hutch flew past him and walked quickly up to the older man speaking as he moved closer.

“I’m Officer Hutchinson…where is your son Mr. Antonidez…I don’t have time to play games.”

“What has he done this time?” His father asked as he stood up from his chair calmly… and placed the book he had been reading onto a nearby shelf casually.

“We’re processing a warrant for his arrest…for the murder of Zack Teston…Wayne Coleman…and the attempted murder of my partner. Do you still insist on protecting him?” Hutch asked in a loud voice.

“He’s determined to discredit me. He’s disgraced this family to the point that I can’t even show my face in public. I don’t understand him anymore.”  The old man told him.

“So all your worried about is your precious reputation…your standing in the community?” Hutch was angry…at Tony and his father.

“You don’t understand…”

“Oh I think I get the whole picture…” Hutch told him as he stepped closer and grabbed him by the collar and allowed his breath to fall on the old man’s face. “You don’t give a damn about anything but what other people think of you. You don’t care about him…or even love him. So now that we understand each other…tell me where he is. Before he kills again.”

“Again?” He asked as he turned his head away from Hutch to speak. “You think he’ll kill someone else?”

“He has my partner’s daughter…she’s only seventeen. Do you want her death on your conscious?” Hutch asked persistently. “Or do you even have a conscious anymore.”

“He’s at one of my rental properties…I’ll give you the address.”

>Hutch released his grip and the old man scribbled a note on a piece of paper. Hutch grabbed the pad and ripped it off quickly.

“Thank you for your cooperation.” He said sarcastically as he glared at him. “If I were you…I’d sell this house and move to Miami.”

The old man jumped as Hutch slammed the door to the library. He finally had something to go on… he was only moments away from finding her now. He only prayed that he wasn’t too late.

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