Superfreaks/ACRA: Superfreaks #9

Martin Phipps martinphipps2 at
Tue Oct 3 03:46:57 PDT 2006

Michael King and Mary Jones: crime scene 
investigators.  Mark Johnston and Tom Jackson: police 
officers.  Jack Greenspan and Edward Bailey: medical 
examiners.  Alan Russell and Cliff Murdock: 
prosecutors.  These are the men and women who are 
truly our last line of defense.  But what about the 
capes whose cases they have to investigate?  Should 
they be considered a help or a hindrance? 


                       PART I 

10:42 am 

  "Okay, where's the body?" Detective Michael King 
  "There's no body," Officer Thomas Jackson told him. 
  "Then why am I here?" 
  "Because of this," Officer Mark Johnston said.  He 
held up a gun that was already sealed in a labeled 
  "Where'd you find that?" 
  "In that alley over there.  Actually some kids found

out and they called the police." 
  "They didn't touch it?" 
  "No.  They just ran to the nearest payphone and 
called 911." 
  "Thank goodness for that.  For all we know it's 
still loaded." 
  "We were actually thinking that it might have been 
used in a crime and then abandoned by somebody who 
didn't want to get caught with it," Tom said. 
  "Like that unsolved homocide from a couple of weeks 
ago," Mark suggested. 
  "Well, if the gun is registered then we'll have a 

11:45 am 

  "The registration's been filed off," Edward Bailey 
told him. 
  "But if I use acid to etch away the filings then I 
might still be able to read it." 
  "Okay.  It's almost time for lunch." 
  "It's okay.  I'll have something for you by the time

you get back from lunch." 
  "You're not hungry?" 
  "I'll just buy a snickers from the vending machine. 
It's okay because I want to try the pizza at Guido's 
  "You're going to Guido's tonight?" 
  "Okay.  I'll check back with you after lunch then." 

1:10 pm 

  "Hey, Edward." 
  "Hey, Mike.  Did you have a good lunch?" 
  "It was okay.  Were you able to read the 
registration number?" 
  "Well don't keep me in suspense.  Who was the gun 
registered to?" 
  "You're not going to believe this." 
  "Come on, Edward.  Out with it." 
  "The gun is registered to the victim's wife." 
  Michael nodded.  "Okay.  She's going to have to 
explain that." 

7:25 pm 

  "Are you sure that the gun we recovered was the same

one that killed Kevin Plumber?" Mary asked in between 
bites of pizza. 
  "Yeah," Edward said.  "We test fired some bullets 
from the gun and they matched the two bullets we 
recovered earlier." 
  "So that's it then." 
  "Yeah.  So Mike went to Judge Matthews and we were 
able to get a warrant to search the plumber home." 
  "I should be there tomorrow to question Janice 
Plumber," Mary said. 
  "I would like to hear what she has to say herself. 
It certainly looks like she gave the gun to somebody 
to kill her husband." 
  "We should supeona her bank records." 
  "Right.  Mike got permission from Judge Matthews to 
do that but the bank was already closed.  He's going 
to stop by the bank first thing tomorrow morning and 
get the records." 
  "Sounds like we're finally getting close to solving 
this one." 
  "Yeah.  I don't want too many unsolved cases on our 
record.  Makes us look bad." 
  "Well I was thinking that I didn't want to see 
anybody get away with murder." 
  "That too." 
  Mary thought for a moment while she chewed her 
pizza.  "Edward." 
  "I don't think we should keep doing this." 
  "What do you mean?" 
  "I mean, as a detective, I can give you orders.  I 
can evaluate your performance.  That sort of makes me 
your boss." 
  "So isn't it inappropriate for the boss to be dating

one of the employees?" 
  "So, what, I'm just an employee?" 
  "Don't take it like that." 
  "I actually think of us as collegues.  You're in the

field and I'm in the lab.  If you make a mistake 
gathering evidence, say if one of your evidence bags 
isn't properly sealed, then I could report that too." 
  "Anyway, if you're worried about sexual harassment, 
we haven't actually done anything." 
  "I've been to your apartment." 
  "To look at my security system.  Nothing happened." 
  "Is that what you told Tom Jackson?" 
  "Okay.  I said we went back to my place.  I told him

nothing happened.  I swear." 
  "Why were you even talking to the guys in the 
precinct about what we do in our own time." 
  "Okay, I'm sorry.  It's just, you know, I like you 
and I don't mind telling people that.  That's all." 
  "It could be considered inappropriate.  There's no 
rule against officers dating but if Mike or John ever 
saw it as a problem..." 
  "Yeah, well, what about Mark and Tom?" 
  "What about them?" 
  "They're on patrol sometimes late at night.  And I'm

sure it gets cold in the squad car.  How do we know 
they don't pull over sometimes and use each other's 
bodies for warmth.  And we know what that could lead 
  "Oh come on!  I'm serious!" Mary said. 
  "So why are you laughing?" 
  "I'm not," she said, but she was. 
  "Okay.  You're right.  That was pretty funny.  But 
this is different.  We're getting together when we're 
off duty.  You don't think people are going to talk 
about that?" 
  "Let them." 
  "We're not doing anything wrong.  We should be out 
in the open about this.  Otherwise, people are going 
to think we're up to no good." 
  "Up to no good?" 
  "Yeah.  They might think we're attending an orgy 
somewhere, you know, with whips and chains and 
leather, the whole deal.  With your choice of heroin, 
crack cocaine or regular cocaine all available for 
sale at the bar." 
  "Are you talking from experience?" 
  "Heavens no.  I'm just saying, look, tell them that 
we're going out to eat at Guido's and that's it.  Then

they won't get any fancy ideas about what we're up 
  Mary sighed.  "Maybe." 
  "So how's the pizza?" 
  "It's good." 
  "It'd better be.  It's a lot more expensive than 
Pizza Hut." 
  "I've never tried Pizza Hut.  I usually get take out

from Domino's" 
  "Really.  Well then, next week we'll go to Pizza 
Hut.  Is it a date?" 
  "I'll have to think about it." 
  "Fair enough." 

                        PART II 

9:25 am 

  Detective John Phelps stood in front of all the 
officers in the precinct.  "We've just had a major 
break in the Plumber homocide case.  The gun used to 
kill Kevin Plumber has been recovered and the 
registration on the gun indicates that the wife, 
Janice Plumber, may have known the killer and perhaps 
even given him the gun with the intention of having 
him kill her husband.  Tom and Jack are going to 
search the Plumber residence and Mary's going with 
them to question Janice again based on the new 
  "We still haven't been able to identify the shooter,

however."  He pointed to an enlarged copy of the 
original sketch that Frank Lopez drew two weeks ago 
based on the descriptions made by the witnesses at the

scene.  "I want people to continue to be on the look 
out for this man.  There's no guarantee that Mrs. 
Plumber will give up the killer's identity, assuming 
of course she even knows who he is and he isn't just 
somebody who stole her gun in an effort to frame her 
for her husband's murder. 
  "Oh and one last thing.  I shouldn't have to tell 
people this but it's come to my attention that people 
have been using the pricinct's computers to download 
the alledged Extreme / Amazing Woman sex scandal 
video.  The precinct's computers are not to be used 
for anything immoral or potentially illegal.  Besides,
both Extreme and Amazing Woman have come out and said
that they aren't the two people in the video.  For the
record, the video is a bit grainy and there's no way
to tell if it's really them and not a couple of
look-a-likes vying for attention.  In fact, the video
is so unclear that you really can't make out much of
anything."  There was a burst of laughter from the
back of the room.  "Or so I've been told." 

11:03 am 

  "Mrs. Plumber?" 
  "These are officers Tom Jackson and Mark Johnston. 
They're here to search the house.  We have a warrant."

  "Search the house?  Why?" 
  Mary grimaced.  "We found a gun.  It was registered 
in your name." 
  "I don't own a gun." 
  "Are you sure?" 
  "I mean I lost it a long time ago." 
  "And yet the same gun was used to kill your 
  "Maybe this is the time for you to get a lawyer," 
Mary suggested. 

1:31 pm 

  "I've got something for you," Mary said. 
  "What is it?" Edward asked. 
  "It's a file.  Tom found it at the Plumber house. 
You said the registration on the gun was filed off." 
  "So it was.  You don't suppose that there might be 
shavings from the gun still on the file?" 
  "Wouldn't that be great?" 

4:35 pm 

  "I see you found yourself a lawyer, Mrs. Plumber," 
Mary observed. 
  "My client doesn't have to answer any of your 
questions," the lawyer informed her. 
  "It would help us a lot if you could," Detective 
Michael King said. 
  "I'm sure it would," the lawyer quipped. 
  "We discovered a file at your house.  The file was 
used to shave off the registration number on the gun. 
We know this because we found shavings on the gun, 
shavings which are chemically identical to the metal 
in the gun." 
  "I asked you about the gun," Mary pointed out.  "You

said you lost it a long time ago.  So why are there 
still shavings from the gun on a file in your house?" 
  "And why would you shave off the registration number

in the first place?" Michael asked.  "You're only
going to do
that if the gun is going to be used in a crime and you
want it traced back to you." 
  Mary showed Mrs. Plumber her bank records.  "Mrs. 
Plumber, a few weeks ago you drew out more than ten 
thousand dollars from the bank.  Can you tell us why? 
That was just a few days before your husband's 
  "Did you hire somebody to kill your husband, Mrs 
Plumber?" Michael asked point blank. 
  "No!" she insisted. 
  "Surely you weren't expecting to get a confession 
out of her based on such flimsy evidence," the lawyer 
scoffed.  "There's nothing to link my client to her 
husband's death." 
  "We also have your fingerprints on one of the 
bullets fired from the gun that killed your husband. 
The four bullets left in the gun, they all had your 
fingerprints on them.  You yourself loaded the gun 
that killed your husband, Mrs. Plumber.
  "We want to know who killed your husband," Michael 
said.  "And we believe you can help us." 
  Mrs. Plumber didn't answer. 
  "Because as it stands, we have enough evidence to 
link you to the shooting.  We're charging you with 
conspiracy to murder your husband.  It really would be

better if you agreed to co-operate with us.  If you 
really are innocent then you should say something in 
your own defense, something that would clear you, so 
we could go back to following other leads." 
  "Mrs. Plumber will speak in her own defense.  In 
court."  He stood up.  "Come on, Janice, let's go." 
They left. 
  "This case is just getting more and more 
frustrating," Michael said. 
  "Mike, think, Janice Plumber teaches part time at a 
local college." 
  "So maybe she hired one of her students." 
  "No.  A college student would be too young.  We're 
looking for somebody older." 
  "But the witnesses were in their early teens.  To 
them, a college student is an adult." 
  "Okay.  This college where she works.  Do the 
student records include class photos, maybe even 
individual pictures?" 
  "Of course.  The school keeps a copy of the photo 
that is used in their student IDs." 
  "Alright then.  I'll speak to John and we'll get Tom
and Mark to bring the witnesses to the school to look
at the records." 
  "As long as we keep the witnesses away from any of 
the students in her classes then it shouldn't be a 
  "I agree.  I'm going to go speak to John right away.

 Thanks for the idea." 
  "No problem." 

5:05 pm 

  "You're still here?" Mary asked. 
  "I'm just finishing up," Edward said. 
  "What's up?" 
  Mary sighed.  "Edward, look..." 
  "Uh oh." 
  "I can't go out with you next week." 
  Edward grimaced, sighed and shook his head. 
  "The cases we work on are too delicate.  What if 
people accuse us of covering for each other?  Of 
covering up mistakes?  Or they might accuse us of 
being distracted.  Like the case we're working on 
right now: we still haven't identified a shooter. 
Who's to say we didn't overlook something?" 
  "Who's to say we did?  We're both good at our jobs, 
Mary.  We wouldn't have these jobs if we weren't." 
  "I'm just saying that's what people could say.  I 
can't risk that.  I'm sorry, Edward, but my career 
comes first.  You should also think about focusing on 
your career, Edward.  You spend all day handling 
evidence.  You just can't do anything that would cause

people to question your objectivity." 
  "I understand." 
  "You do?" 
  "Good," she said.  She turned to walk away but then 
changed her mind.  "I am sorry, Edward." 
  "Don't be." 
  "You're just being honest." 
  "See you tomorrow?" 
  "Of course." 
  "Alright then." 
  "Alright.  I'll see you tomorrow." 
  "Right.  See you tomorrow." 

                        PART III 

10:01 am 

  "This guy," one of the teenaged witnesses said. 
  "Are you sure?" Officer Tom Jackson asked. 
  "It's him alright." 
  "Okay, Wil.  Come over here.  Is this the guy you 
saw?" Tom asked, showing him the picture that his
friend Jimmy had just been looking at
  "Oh, yeah, definitely." 
  "We'll need to put the suspect in a line up in order

to make the arrest," Officer Mark Johnston pointed 
out.  "You take them back to the precinct in the car. 
I'll contact campus security, tell them we've got our 
man and ask them to help me drive them back to the 
precinct where we can line them up with a few 
  "Campus security?  Are you sure?" 
  "He's not going to be armed.  The shooter threw the 
weapon away, remember?  And we shouldn't make an 
arrest on campus without the support of campus 
security anyway.  This is private property." 
  Tom grimaced.  "Right." 
  "Don't beat yourself up about it, Tom.  We're all 
supposed to upload the constitution of the United 
States, you, me, President Bush." 
  Tom couldn't stop himself from laughing out loud 
just then. 

11:10 am 

  "Hey, I remember you two," Detective John Phelps 
said.  "Do you remember me?" 
  "Yeah," one of the teenagers said. 
  "Yeah, we have a good memory when it comes to 
  John laughed.  "That's what we're counting on. 
Anyway, you're going to go in this room and there'll 
be a one way mirror: you'll be able to see them but 
they won't be able to see you.  Anyway, there'll be 
six men in there and one of them is the suspect who 
you said was the shooter.  But we want you to identify

him in person and not from a picture.  Okay?" 
  "Okay," they both said. 
  "Alright then.  Let's go in."  They went in. 
"Now... take your time." 
  "That's the guy!" one of the teenagers said, 
pointing at the man who they'd idebtified earlier. 
  "Are you sure?" John asked.  The boy nodded.  "Wil, 
what about you?" 
  "It's him alright." 
  "Alright.  Mark, I want you to drive these boys back

to their homes.  The other 'suspects' can go too. 
Tom, I want you to be in the room with me when I speak

to Mr. Enright." 

11:30 am 

  "Mr. Enright," John began, "do you understand why 
you're here?" 
  "Not really." 
  "It's like this.  You're in Janice Plumber's French 
class, right?" 
  "Well, Janice Plumber's husband Kevin was killed two

weeks ago.  He was shot." 
  "Okay.  What's that got to do with me?" 
  "We have witnesses who say you were the shooter." 
  "Why would I want to kill Mrs. Plumber's husband?" 
  "You tell me." 
  "No, you tell me.  You're the cop.  What's your 
  "Alright.  We think that Janice Plumber wanted her 
husband dead.  She pulled you to one side, gave you 
the gun, offered you some money.  You took the money, 
shot Mr. Plumber, wiped your prints off the gun and 
threw it away.  Or maybe you were wearing gloves.  We 
can't know for sure because you're bound to have
washed off any gunshot residue by now.  But what we
could do is check your bank records and see if you
made any deposits lately.  Of course, it could also be
that you and Mrs. Plumber were having an affair and
that's something we probably could prove: all we'd
need is for one witness to come forward and say they
saw you together outside of school.  Tell me, Alex,
did you meet at her place, at your place or was it at
a hotel?" 
  "Look," he said, "Mrs. Plumber was a good teacher. 
She met with students all the time." 
  "Fine.  Just find some who will testify to that in 
  "I'm going to court?" 
  "That's right, Mr. Enright.  We're formally charging

you with the murder of Kevin Plumber.  Tom, take him 
  "My pleasure," Tom said. 

3:30 pm 

  "Edward?  What's up?" 
  "Mary, I thought about what you said yesterday." 
  "I still say that we should just let people think 
what they think." 
  "Edward... please." 
  "No wait.  Here me out.  We've been working together

a long time.  We've gotten to know each other pretty 
well.  And you would never have agreed to go out with 
me if you didn't think it was right." 
  "Maybe it was a mistake." 
  "What?  Twice out for dinner was a mistake?  Going 
to see a movie was a mistake?" 
  "Okay, so it was a good movie." 
  "And dinner was good too.  Both times." 
  "But the two of us..." 
  "Mary... I love you." 
  "Edward..."  Mary became self conscious.  There were

other people in the precinct. 
  "I really don't care what people think." 
  "You should." 
  "Okay, that's not true.  I care because you care. 
But you shouldn't.  And I'll tell you why." 
  "Because we weren't doing anything wrong." 
  "I know that.  You know that.  Others might 
  "What if... what if we were just completely open 
about it?" 
  "What do you mean?" 
  "We could get married." 
  "What?  Are you serious?  Is this your idea of a 
  Edward got down on one knee.  "Is this better?" 
  "Don't you need a ring?" 
  Edward fished a small jewelry box out of his pocket 
and opened it.  "Like this?" he asked.  It was a 
diamond engagement ring. 
  "Yeah," Mary said, a bit stunned.  "Like that." 
  "Okay, look," Edward said.  "You don't have to feel 
pressured because I bought the ring.  I told the guy 
at the jewelry store that it might be a longshot and 
he told me I could trade it in for store credit.  I 
could always buy a watch instead.  A really expensive 
  Mary laughed.  "That's so romantic," she said with 
obvious sarcasm. 
  "Hey, you were honest with me.  I'm just being 
honest with you.  Come on.  I make you laugh." 
  "Yeah, well, so does Jim Carrey.  Doesn't mean I'll 
marry him." 
  "I'm not asking you to marry Jim Carrey.  I'm asking
you to marry me.  What do you say?" 

                   TO BE CONTINUED! 


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