Chapter Two: William Nash
“It’s a match.” Nancy Wolfe said as she looked at the detective.
“So, it is William Nash?” Luka asked as he looked at the head of the forensics department.
“It is.” She said with a nod.
“We have him.” Luka said as he accepted the report from her. He thanked her, then headed to his captain’s office. “It’s him, sir, It’s William Nash.” He said as he entered his captain’s office without knocking.
“Let me see.” Chandler Davis, captain of the East Side Precinct, said as he held his hand out to one of his best detectives.
“We are ready when you are, sir.” Luka said as he stood up straight.
Davis looked at the man, then nodded. “I want this professionally done. We can’t afford anything to go wrong. I want this bastard to fry.”
Luka grinned with a nod. “Yes, sir.”
Davis got the warrant for the arrest within the hour and put together a task force to breach the man’s home. He kept Luka outside, so the man did nothing stupid to ruin the case.
Abraham and one of the other detectives brought Nash out in cuffs. Luka glared at the man as they dragged him past him.
“You won’t keep me for long.” Nash said as he watched Luka.
Abraham grunted as he shoved the man into one of the cars, then joined his partner and captain on the sidewalk.
“It was as though he was expecting us.” Abraham said as he stood in front of them.
Davis looked at the man in the car who didn’t seem at all bothered by being arrested. “Maybe he knows something we don’t.”
“Like there is something deeper going on?” Abraham asked as he stared at the man in the car.
“Whatever it is, we have him, and he’s not getting away.” Luka said with confidence.
-Six Months Later-
“So, what you are saying, is that you pursued my client, relentlessly, not looking at any of the other suspects, and just knew, by your gut, that he was the one who had killed those six women?”
Luka stared at the attorney. That wasn’t precisely what he had said. “I knew William Nash was the killer, yes.” He said with a nod.
“But how did you know, Detective Gunnar? How did you know, without any doubt, that my client over there killed those six women?”
“Call it a hunch.” Luka said as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair.
“So, your gut.” The attorney said again.
“An excellent detective knows to follow their gut.” Luka said as he looked around the courtroom.
Six months of waiting for this trial, and this is what they’re getting? The lawyer hasn’t even asked about the evidence; all he has done is try to blame Luka. As if Luka had forced the crazy son of a bitch to kill those six women. Seven, counting his sister.
“So, because of his gut feeling, he says my client killed those six women. But what for? My client didn’t know any of them. He didn’t have a terrible childhood; in fact, he has wonderful parents, who are right now sitting in the back row, watching this man persecute their son…”
“Objection your honor, Detective Gunnar has persecuted no one…”
Luka watched as the attorney turned his stare back on him. “So, to recap. Your gut told you that my client killed those six women, because why, again?”
“Seven.” Luka said as he watched the other man.
The attorney smiled. “What was that, Detective Gunnar?”
“Seven.” Luka said as he looked around the courtroom again. “He killed seven women.”
“And who was the seventh woman?” The attorney asked with a grin.
Luka swallowed. This bastard had been waiting for him to mention the seventh victim.
“Darcey Gunnar.” Luka said as he looked at his parents, who were sitting in the front row.
“Darcey Gunnar.” The attorney said with a smile. “And what is she to you, Detective Gunnar?”
“She was my sister.” Luka said as he glared at the attorney.
“Your sister. Well, doesn’t that beat all get out? You’re telling me that not only did my client kill those six women, but he also killed your sister?”
“Yes, that is what I’m telling you.” Luka said as he watched the attorney.
“I’m sorry, but why are you on this case?” The attorney asked as he stopped in front of Luka.
“I have been on this case since the first murder, almost two years ago.” Luka said as he looked towards the jury.
“Then, your sister was found murdered. Is that correct?”
“And you just had to blame it on the one man you have been gunning for…”
“No.” Luka said, almost hollering. “Everything was done by the books. I did not arrest him, and the forensics team matched the blade he used on my sister to the other murders. The lock of hair in my sister’s fist matched the DNA of William Nash.”
“How convenient.” The attorney said. “Especially since you were the first to find your sister’s body, and you could have planted it there yourself…”
“That’s crazy!” Luka hollered as he jumped to his feet.
“Sit down, Detective Gunnar.” The judge hollered as he slammed down his gavel.
Luka took a deep breath as he sat back down in his chair. He had reacted how the attorney had wanted him to; he saw that in the man’s eyes.
“No further questions.” The attorney said as he returned to his seat beside his client.
“Nothing here, your honor.”
“You may step down, Detective Gunnar.” The judge said as he nodded to Luka.
Luka almost growled as he stepped off the witness stand and moved to sit with his parents in the front row.
The judge looked at the attorneys. “Any more witnesses?”
“No, your honor.”
Then we will hear closing statements.” The judge said as he nodded to the defense attorney.
Luka snorted as he listened to the bull shit spill from the defense attorney’s mouth. When both lawyers were through, the judge nodded to the jury.
“Think long and hard on this.” The judge said, then slammed his gavel down. “Court is dismissed until the jury returns.” He said, then nodded to the bailiff. The bailiff nodded back, then escorted the jury from the courtroom.
Luka looked at his parents. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, Son.” Kole said as he placed a hand on his son’s shoulder.
“You were only doing your job.” Lesa said with a nod.
Two hours later, everyone is called back into the courtroom. The jury handed the bailiff the paper, who gave it to the judge. The judge read the paper, then shook his head.
“Please stand.” The judge said as he looked up. “The jury has decided, but I don’t agree with it. And as the judge, I have the right to call a mistrial.”
“What!?” Luka hollered.
“Silence!” The judge hollered as he slammed the gavel down on his desk. “Mr. Nash, you are free to go.” He said, then stood and left the room.
“What the hell is going on?!” Luka demanded of the state attorney. “How can the judge do that?”
“I’ve never heard of a judge being able to go against the jury’s decision.” Kole Gunner snarled.
“I am sorry.” The state attorney said with a shrug. “We can call for a re-trial, but that will take months.”
“He will be out of the country by then.” Luka said with an annoyed growl.
“Come on, Luka, let’s go home.” Lesa said as she took her son’s arm.
Luka grumbled as he followed his parents out of the courtroom.
“I told you you wouldn’t keep me for long.”
Luka turned to the voice, but no one was there. He looked over to find William Nash close to him, talking to his lawyer. The man looked over at him with a grin, then went back to talking to his lawyer.
Luka grunted as he followed his parents out of the courthouse.
William Nash counted the money again, with a grin. They had promised they would get him off if he let them arrest him, and they had. Now he just needed to catch a plane to somewhere far, far away from here, where he can start his activities again.
A loud crash had him jumping off his couch. He looked towards the front door and found a masked man standing there. He shrieked as he backed away.
The large masked man came into the living room and looked down at the money on the coffee table, then at Nash.
“You will pay for everything you have done.” The masked man said as he glared at Nash.
William stared at the masked man. His voice sounded so funny like the man was using a voice disguiser. He tried to get away, but the masked man was so fast, he was in front of him before Nash could move.
William stared at the masked man in shock. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” He said with a protest. “They found me innocent.”
“They found you guilty.” The masked man said, his gravelly voice giving William chills.
“You won’t get away with this.” William cried out as he pulled a knife from his belt and slashed it out at the man.
The masked man easily dodged the knife and grabbed hold of William’s wrist, then pulled the knife from his grasp.
“You won’t need this where you’re going.” The masked man said as he looked at the knife.
William cried out as he ran past the masked man and tried to run for the door. The masked man quickly caught up to William and spun him around as he slammed his back against the wall.
“Goodbye.” The masked man said as he held the knife above his head and brought the blade down into William’s face, between his eyes.
William screamed when he saw the blade coming at his face, then slid to the floor, choking as his life slipped from him.
“About time, someone took out the trash.” The masked man said as he tossed the knife onto William’s chest.
He looked at the wall beside William’s head and pulled out a dream catcher with a sapphire gem sewn into the middle of the web. He pinned the dream catcher to the wall beside William’s head, then turned to leave the apartment. He paused for a moment and looked at the cash on the coffee table.
He packed the money into a bag, then walked out the front door.
The next day they found William Nash’s body in his apartment. They confirmed that the knife used to kill him was the same knife used to kill the seven women. Nash’s fingerprints were all over the handle, and the DNA on the knife matched all seven victims.
The case was closed for the seven dead women.
They opened another case for the murder of William Nash. And as the years went by, they added more and more bodies to the case.
No one could get a hand on who was, “taking out the trash,” as the occasional note would say at a crime scene. And there would often be something left behind, proving the victim had committed one crime or another and escaping justice.
It was as though they had their own superhero.
Though the cops didn’t think of him as a hero because no one has the right to kill, even if they are killing bad people, and some victims were innocent people who had done nothing wrong in their life.
The bodies piled up, and soon the tabloids gave the man a persona, a name.
The Sapphire Dreamer