A detective investigates the murder of the San Antonio’s mayor, only to find out that everything is not what it seems to be.

One bullet in the chest, and one bullet in the head as the blood had dried up on the concreate leaving a stain. Lots of people had gathered behind the caution tape to see what was going on.

            “The mayor, I can’t believe this, and the day just started,” Detective Garrison spoke.

            “So much for it being Friday the 13th,” One man from forensics who was picking up the bullets opined, “just two weeks away from Thanksgiving.”

Detective Garrison took off his gloves as he gave the body one last look. As he looked at the face of a man whose life met a bitter end, Detective Garrison was in unison with the soul. By looking at the face whose eyes were wide open as if the man was shocked that he was going to die, Detective Garrison felt as if he was the one who was gunned down. A woman from forensic had picked up a gun near the corpse and placed it in a plastic bag.

            “I can’t wait to see what that leads us to,” Garrison declared.

            “I just can’t see why the murderer would leave their gun here,” The forensic woman opined.

            Detective Garrison started to smell a foul stench in the air that burned the inside of his nostrils.

            “What the hell is that smell?”

            “It’s coming from this small piece of concreate,” The forensic woman answered as she was placing a small piece of concreate into another plastic bag, “there’s some kind of stain on it, we’re going to send it back to forensics to see what it is.”

            “Alright, time to talk to the deputy mayor,” Detective Garrison declared as he started to walk away from the crime scene, “who I assume is now the mayor.”

His partner followed him, as the two went under the caution tape. Many people from the crowd had their phones out.

            “Oh my god! I can’t believe he is dead! Who could have shot him!?” A female cried.

            “Yo, this is mainey! They peeled his cap back!!!” A male teenager laughed.

            “That’s what he gets. He was a bitch, and I’m glad he’s gone.” Another male scorned.

            “I can’t believe some of these people, Nick. They’re celebrating like they won the lottery. It’s disgusting,” Detective Barnes claimed to Detective Garrison.

            “Ignorance is bliss.”

The two detectives approached a lady dressed in a blue pantsuit as she wore black high heels, and had black curly hair.

            “Hi, you must be the deputy mayor Mrs. Taylor. I am Detective Garrison and this is my partner Detective Barnes.”

Mrs. Taylor eyes were red from tearing as she kept sniffing.

            “I just can’t believe he’s gone. Nothing was stolen, so I assume it was something personal, but Mr. Lancaster was well liked. Could it have been a political thing?”

            “Anything is possible. We’re sorry.” Barnes stated.

            “We understand that there are cameras in the parking lot. May we see them please?”

            “Yes, Detective Garrison, follow me.”

They went into the administration building, where a flat screen tv was hanging on the wall. On the screen, there was footage of the entire school.

            “From the gun wounds and the temperature of the body, Mr. Lancaster died around 7:30 yesterday. Can you bring up footage of the parking lot at that time?” Detective Garrison instructed.


Mrs. Taylor was on a laptop as the footage started to replay.

            “That’s odd,” She uttered.

            “What?” Detective Barnes questioned.

            “The cameras, they just skip over from 6 o’clock to 8 o’clock. His body is there, but the cameras don’t show what happened before.”

The detectives leaned in closer towards the screen.

            “Does this always happen?” Barnes wondered.

            “Well, there was that fire that happened on L, which messed up some of our wiring. That must be the reason why; they should be fixing it soon.

            “Play it to when the cameras come back on at 8,” Detective Garrison spoke.

The screen was fast forwarded as multiple surveillance of the town hall at 8 was shown.

            “Nothing.” Garrison stated.

The two detectives drove back to the station.

            “Once we get the finger prints of the gun then this case will be pretty much over?” Detective Barnes claimed.

            “I agree, the sooner we catch our guy, the better.”

When they went into the station, they went down to forensics where a man in a white lab coat was at.

            “Did you get the finger prints?” Detective Garrison asked.

            “Yes, I did,” The man in the lab coat confirmed, “they belong to a Jack Wilson.”

Detective Garrison was handed a paper with a man’s face on it.

            “His address is on the paper, he was arrested last year for robbery.”

            “What about the stain found on the piece of concreate at the crime scene?” Detective Garrison asked.

            “It’s a mixture of Rohypnol and Ketamine. They’re date raped drugs, but they were mixed together which explains the foul smell. Also, when mixed together, they give off a different effect than they would, if they were separate. The new effect is some kind of anti-depressant.”

            “You think it has something to do with the gun?” Barnes asked Garrison.

            “I don’t know, maybe Jack accidently spilled it.”

            “We have our man, then” Detective Barnes smiled, “I’ll send a unit to his house.”

Garrison went into the interrogation room. After 30 minutes, Barnes came back with Jack.

            “Sit down,” Barnes instructed as he shoved Jack into the chair.

            “I didn’t kill anyone, and I want my lawyer.”

            “There won’t be no need for that,” Detective Garrison uttered, “we have your finger prints on a gun that was found at a crime scene. Not only that, but the bullets found in the victim’s body matched that of the gun which your finger prints were on.”

            “So what?”

            “So what? So you killed a man. I’m just wondering why, Jack.”

            “I didn’t kill anyone.”

            “We could have done this the easy way you know? Where you just confess, and beg for a shorter sentence, but it doesn’t matter now, we have everything we need.”

Detective Garrison got up as he grabbed Jack by the arm. The three left the room as Detective Garrison rushed Jack towards a cell.

            “This isn’t right! I didn’t kill anyone!”

            “Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’re gone!” Detective Garrison smirked as he threw Jack into the cell.

            “Shouldn’t we find out why he did it, you know for the family of Lancaster?”

            “That’s the thing, I don’t think this sick son of a bitch, is going to tell us why he did it.”

Detective Garrison went to the bathroom where he washed his hands. As the water was running he heard a shriek. He quickly ran out the bathroom to see what the commotion was. He seen many people surrounding Jack’s cell. When Detective Garrison hurried over to the cell, that was when he seen that Jack had hung himself. His eyes were almost bulging out as his tongue was poking out of his mouth. Jack’s body was just circling around like a swing set. Detective Cade rushed into the cell. He took Jack’s body down.

            “Shit!” He uttered.

As he left the cell, Barnes went up to him.

            “Well Garrison, that cuts the case short.”

            “I don’t know if I should be happy or mad.”

 Another man in a suit who had a beard came up to the two.

            “I did not see any of this coming.”

            “None of us did, Captain,” Barnes agreed.

            “So Goldman, are you closing the case then?”

            “Yes, I just need to do one thing Garrison. I’m going to announce this all to the press in 2 hours. They need to know.”

Goldman walked away from the two. After the press conference, Garrison drove to a house. When he knocked on it, a woman answered it.

            “Mrs. Lancaster?”


            “I’m Detective Garrison.”

            “Yes, I know who you are. You were just on the news at that press conference.”

            “I just want to say that I am sorry for what happened to your husband, and I am sorrier that we were unable to fully solve the case. We had our guy, we just didn’t know why he did it since he killed himself.”

            “And you’re certain it was him?”

            “It was his finger prints that were on the gun that killed your husband.”

            “I know, but he was 25, and I never met him before. Why would he just randomly kill my husband, if they never met?”

            “That’s what we failed to find out. I am sorry.”

            “Well, thank you. You did enough already.”

            “Here’s my card, give me a call, if you find anything that could help us.”

Detective Garrison handed his card over before leaving. When Detective Garrison went home it was already dark. When he got inside of his house, a little girl ran towards him with a smile.

            “Daddy’s home!”

            “Yes, I am!”

Garrison dropped to his knees as he hugged his daughter with a big smile. His wife started to walk over to him.

            “Nick, I watched the news today. I know it’s been a long one for you.”

            “It’s fine, Julie. There’s nothing else that can be done.”

The two kissed each other. Julie and her daughter went upstairs while Garrison sat on the couch and exhaled a huge sigh.

            “I am tired.”

After a couple hours of watching tv, Garrison decided to take out the trash. When he got to the driveway he placed the garbage bag into the container.

            “Detective,” A voice called out.

Detective Garrison was startled as he jumped at the sound of his name. He turned to the side where a woman stood. Her skin was pale as a ghost as she wore black eyeliner.

            “I am Jack’s girlfriend, Samantha. I heard about everything what happened.”

Detective Garrison took a few moments to respond. His heart was unsettled from the way that Samantha had looked at him. Her awful stare was not resting easy with Detective Garrison. It was apparent that the loss of her love one had taken its toll on her soul. It had ripped away the feeling and emotion from her heart, as it left her helpless. The way she talked, it was as if she was not human anymore.

            “I’m sorry about what happened to Jack. It’s a shame that it had to end that way. I know it’s tough for you.”

            “Well, that’s what I came here to talk to you about detective, Jack is innocent.”

            “Samantha, I’m sorry, but the evidence was there.”

            “Oh no detective, you’re wrong. It was said that Jack killed that man around 7:30, but I’ll tell you that’s impossible because Jack was with me at that time. We were at the game, you see.”

Samantha took out her phone as she approached Detective Garrison. She showed him several pictures in which showed her and Jack at a basketball game.

“It was televised at that time, and you can look at the cameras. We were there from 4 to 8, there is no way Jack could have killed that man. I know he killed himself, and how that looks, but last month his mother died. He was dealing with depression.”

Detective Garrison looked shocked as he didn’t know what to say.

            “Goodnight Detective.”

Samantha walked off into the dark. The next morning Garrison went to the station.

            “Barnes, I think Jack was framed,” Garrison declared as the two went into the station.

            “Framed? He killed himself.”

            “I know, but his girlfriend showed me pictures in which they were at the Spurs game around the time Lancaster was killed. She even told me he was dealing with depression since his mother died last month.”

            “If that is the case, then who in the world would kill Lancaster, and know a lot about Jack, to know that he was dealing with depression?”

            “That is what we’re going to find out. I’m going to talk to Goldman about it.”

Barnes went to his desk, as Detective Garrison went towards Goldman’s office.

            “Goldman, I have something to tell you.”

            “If it’s about Jack, then I know. You think he was set up.”

            “How did you know?”

            “His girlfriend handed over pictures of them at the Spurs game. I’m assuming you agree with me when I say that Jack did not kill Lancaster.”

            “I agree.”

            “Which is why we’re reopening the case, with you and Barnes on it. Now I already set up another press conference that I have to deliver about this.”

Detective Barnes left as he went back to the house of the Lancaster’s.

            “Mrs. Lancaster.”

            “Please, just call me Rachel.”

            “I want you to know that we’re reopening the case.”

            “Found anything new?”

            “We have reasons to believe that Jack was set up, and someone else killed your husband. There were photos showing Jack to be somewhere else around the time of the murder.”

Rachel signed.

            “Things keep getting crazier. Come on in detective.”

            “I really shouldn’t; I have work to do.”

            “And so do I, but of course you can spare some time.”

Detective Garrison entered into the house as he followed Rachel into the living room.

            “Frederick was a great man; he truly was. People thought we were never happy because of his condition, but we didn’t let that stop us.”


            “Yes, he can’t have kids. When I first found out, I was devastated knowing that if I want to be with him, then I’ll never have a child of my own, but over time our value for our love overcame the obstacles.”

            “You could always adopt.”

            “Of course, but Frederick never wanted to. He thought it would have been a reminder of our failure.”

            “I am sorry to hear that.”

            “I guess I’m telling you this because with Frederick gone, I could have a child, it’s what he probably would have wanted, but I want to keep the memory of him alive.”

            “I understand.”

Detective Garrison stood up.

            “I have to go now, thank you.”

Later on that day around the evening when Detective Garrison was walking down the steps of the station, some man in a black drench coat who walked right pass him, had spoken,


Detective Garrison stopped along with the man as he turned.


The man was a couple inches taller than Detective Garrison, so he was around 6’3. He had wide shoulders, and a round nose. He stuck out his hand in which Detective Garrison shook.

            “I know you are on the Lancaster’s murder case.”

            “Yeah, who are you?”

            “You can just call me Z. My name is not important. What’s important is this case, and what it involves.

Z turns around to face the direction Detective Garrison was in as they began walking slowly together.

            “Everything I am about to tell you, not many people know. I’m a chemist. My field of work is pharmacology chemistry. We deal and study with drugs. In high school, I won the state fair of science, for developing a drug that can paralyze a selected body part. I made it from tetrodotoxin that I got from my puffer fish, and marijuana. I went off to the University of Texas, and after that I got a job as a chemistry teacher at Brighton Community College; it’s a couple blocks down from here. I work under the science department, but I am the head of the chemistry hall. ”

The two continued walking on the sidewalk.

            “Just recently I was asked to take part in this city program that the late mayor Lancaster created, it’s called DASA. It stands for Drug. And. School. Affiliation. There is a big problem with drugs getting into the hands of teenagers in this country, in fact as you know this city has a huge problem with it, but ours is rather complex. Many students at the schools in the city have been using pharmaceutical drugs heavily. So this new program that the mayor created was going to stop the flow of pharmaceutical drugs into these schools. With my chemical background I would be one of the people in charge of analyzing the drugs to see what kind of drugs the students were using when they get busted. By doing that we could have found out where the drugs came from. This program was going to be one of the biggest things that have happened to educational system here in San Antonio. As you know there was that big bust at Calvin High, a couple months ago where a teacher was selling pharmaceuticals to the students. He had over $200,000 worth of pharmaceuticals.

            “Yeah I remember.”

The two stopped.

            “One of the major ways we were going to find out about students using drugs was that students were going to be getting drug tested. Under Texas drug code 2.1.3, this was perfectly legal. At first it was working, many students tested positive for drugs after the schools had doctors come down to test them, but then over time it stopped. We couldn’t find anything in the students’ bloodstream, it was as if it all completely vanished. We figured that maybe there was a new type of drug that the students were using that wouldn’t be detectable, so that is where I came in. With the chemicals at Brighton, and my expertise I was able to come up with a compound, that when mixed with the student’s blood, it would be able to detect any and all drugs including any new drugs they took that at first were undetectable. Some people such as parents, city officials, and school officials didn’t like the idea, but the mayor was okay with it. Starting January 7 of next year, the new testing would have went into effect, and we would have been able to find out what the students were really taking. If we would have found out that the students had been taking the same kind of new drug, we would have had a connection, but something strange happened. I was asked, by Brighton College to go to Germany, to speak at one of their universities about the evolution of drugs. When I was on my way back I had heard about how the mayor was killed. I read the police report, and in it was revealed that there was an unknown substance that was found at the crime scene. A mixture of Rohypnol and Ketamine; something that hasn’t been seen before.”

They continued on walking.

            “Anyways, I wondered why was I, who is also head of the chemistry hall asked to fly to Germany to give a speech about the evolution of drugs when any chemistry teacher could have done it, or for that matter any science teacher. Then I wondered if it could have been because one of my responsibilities as the head of the chemistry hall is to authorize who goes into the chemical room; it’s where they store all the chemicals we use, it includes elements, minerals and more, so I decided to check it out. Sure and enough, I found out that someone had told the chemistry teachers to allow anyone including students to walk in and out of the lab room, and take anything from there.  This was against the word of the head of the science department, Bill Hopkins. This was totally against all kind of regulations at the school especially since it allowed people to take whatever they want from the room without ever returning them back, and without any records of who was taking what. There were two people who claimed to be in charge of monitoring the chemical room, but they weren’t in there; they were outside the hall. I’m still trying to find out who they were, and why they were there. Now when I came back, not a lot of things were completely taken, most things were partially used, and others were returns. I assumed it was mainly students doing projects, but there were a few things that were completely missing from the room. The mixture of Rohypnol and Ketamine that was found at the crime scene was among some of the substances taken from the chemical room back at the Brighten. The last thing that was completely taken from the room was the compound that was going to be used for the new drug testing. I realized that I being sent to Germany, what happened in the chemical room, and Lancaster’s death were somehow connected.”

Detective Garrison had followed Z to a bench nearby the station where they sat down at.

            “It’s been two days since he died, I came back yesterday, and this morning, I was told by the new mayor that all the school districts in San Antonio decided to end DASA. With Lancaster’s death, and Diane Taylor becoming the new mayor, the city council took a new vote deciding the fate of DASA. It was voted that DASA will be over.”

            “I never knew that Lancaster could make so many enemies over a drug test. Is that why he was killed, someone didn’t want to be caught with drugs?”

            “It stems into something deeper than that. In March of this year, doctors in San Antonio were told by Lancaster with approval of the law that all drug testing would be done by school officials. No more would the doctors come to the school to do the test. This was an example of using resources efficiently, it would have been faster and better since it would have been easier to do with people already working at the school. Now since everything was being shifted to the school officials in the program, I had gotten hold of some of the files about the testing that the doctors did. What I found out was that some doctors actually knew that students were using drugs, but never reported it. What is so intriguing about this is that anytime someone is caught taking a drug that comes from the pharmacies in which they shouldn’t be taking them, in other words without a prescription, then the blame goes to the pharmacies, and the hospitals. The two work together. Regardless if they had something to do with it or not, if they drugs end up in the wrong hands, it’s on their heads because it’s their drugs, and they’re supposed to monitor it better. Whenever this happens the pharmacies and hospitals lose a lot of money. We’re talking about a lot at stake for these pharmacies and hospitals, if people ever find out about a huge number of students were on their drugs. You know how much money Bell lost when just 3 of the athletes from Brighton were found with performance enhancers last year? Over 200 million dollars, they had to close their pharmacy on Summerville, because of the loss, and that was just for 3 athletes. Imagine what would happen if that list of students who were really on drugs was exposed. We’re talking about billions of dollars.”

            “Why so much money?”

            “People are getting tired of the old crap. They want change, so with change comes stricter laws and regulation. The more money these hospitals lose from these scandals, the less funding they get from the government. The lower their budget is, the less likely pharmaceuticals will partner up with them for business. When this happens, the pharmaceuticals which are privately owned start to lose money from the lack of hospitals doing business with them. It may cause problems for the hospitals, but it mainly affects the pharmaceutical corporations. Did you know that all the pharmacies in San Antonio are all owned by Bell who also does business with all the hospitals? Look at the combine budget of all the hospitals last year, it is nearly only 500 million dollars, and that’s after all the scandals. Look at their budget in 2003, 6 billion dollars. There was no drug testing, which means no students getting caught for drugs thus allowing the hospitals to maintain their budget, and keep in business with the pharmaceuticals. The pharmaceuticals and the schools in this area have a good relationship. Fundraisers, sponsors, you name it, they are one in the same. Lancaster wanted to end that, he didn’t like how many students were being caught from drugs you could find at the pharmacy. He even got the school to stop accepting donations from the pharmaceuticals. Of course the pharmaceuticals and hospitals got a break when the students started to test negative for any drugs, but when word was out that we were going to use better technology to test the students, maybe the pharmaceuticals got paranoid again. If we would have used the new testing in January, and had it been what we thought all along that there was a new drug which probably came from the pharmaceuticals, it would have been the previous years all over again. They would have continued to lose more money. Now of course we didn’t know if the pharmaceuticals were giving the drugs out, although I assumed that was a possibility, nevertheless it didn’t matter. All it would take is us finding out that the drugs were from the pharmaceuticals, and they already take a huge loss. That along with the fact that some of the hospitals doctors were being quiet of students testing positive of drugs, it would have tarnished their image. Lancaster was going to make his school free of pharmaceutical drugs, but all of that ended when he died. As soon as he died, and they ended the programs, all the files were gone, no evidence of what students were on the drugs ever found, nor the doctors knowing about it.”

Detective Garrison was speechless.

            “So they killed him because he wanted to do what was right. He wanted to clean up the school?”

            “On the contrary, we can never prove that the pharmaceuticals or hospital actually killed Lancaster, but I just find it more of a coincidence that he created a program that tested high school students for drugs, every time they were tested positive for drugs that came from a pharmacy or hospital, the government would cut the funding from the hospitals which caused the pharmacy to lose business and money, the positive results stop coming in, Lancaster has technology that can discover more drugs that are undetectable which would continue the lost for the pharmacies and hospitals, he dies, and the program ends. No more testing, no more loss. Not to mention that Bell is San Antonio based, so the city is all it has. ”

            “Testify. This is key information.”

Z stood up.

            “Oh, no I can’t. I’m not in the position to take a risk like that. Nevertheless, find Steve Clark. He is the man you want to see.”

            “Who’s that?”

            “He is the president of the Clifton Avenue Medical Center down on 16th. His center has been investigated numerous times for drugs they had being found on many students. That center is the only place in San Antonio that has the same substance that was found at the crime scene. I know this because our department gave the substance to that center. If anyone had something to lose from Lancaster, it would start with him.”

            “Thank you.”

            “One more thing,” Z spoke as he handed Detective Garrison a paper, “I said all the files were gone, but I was able to get a hold of one file. This shows that doctors from Clark’s center did indeed detect drugs from several students at and did nothing about it. This is breaking the law. Clark’s hospital did nothing about it.”

            “And this will prove everything?”

            “Not everything, it’s a start. Good luck Mr. Garrison.”

Z left the bench, as him and Detective Garrison went separate ways. When Detective Garrison went back to the station he confronted Detective Barnes.

            “Barnes, we’re going to the Clifton Avenue Medical Center to speak to a Steve Clark.”

The two proceeded to leave the station.

            “What for?”

            “Clark’s office has the substance that was found at the crime scene.”

            “How do you know this?”

            “Let’s just say it’s an informant.”

They got in the car as they drove off. When they arrived to the hospital they spoke to a secretary that allowed them into the office of Steve Clark.

            “Detectives what can I do for you?” Steve Clark wondered as he sat in his chair.

The two detectives sat down as Detective Garrison spoke,

            “Mr. Clark, I am aware that your hospital has been under numerous investigations for giving out drugs to students.”

            “Yes, but like all false accusations, those claims perished.”

            “Now of course, your hospital would lose money from this, if it had ever been revealed that anyone of your hospital gave out those drugs, or knew that the kids were using them, and did nothing about it, correct?”

            “Yes, but it never happened. We never supplied any kind of drugs to any students as we would report if any of them took them.”

            “Well it’s not proven that you have gave out any drugs to students, but it’s funny you should say that your center never knew any students were using drugs from here,” Detective Garrison gloated as he pulled out a paper, “because this paper shows a list of high school students who were tested for drugs, and it was found out that they had them. Now this paper also shows that your hospital did not announce that.”

Steve Clark had his mouth open as he started to quiver.

            “I don’t know where you got that paper, but this is a false accusation.”

            “Oh you didn’t? Well I’m aware that before the doctors could release the statements of students not on any drugs, that the head of the hospital has to sign off on it, and that’s you. Now we just need those papers.”

            “Come back with a warrant,” Steve scolded, “now I want you two to leave.”

The two detectives smiled.

            “We’ll be back,” Barnes assured.

The two detectives left the hospital as they smiled.

            “He seems guilty of giving out the drugs, but what does that have to do with the mayor’s murder, Garrison?”

            “The hospitals lose money when these things get out, and Lancaster was going to exposed them. It’s about money, Barnes. The people in power are greedy, and they’ll do anything to keep their wealth. It’s starting to get late, so we’ll get back to this tomorrow.”

After Detective Garrison dropped off Barnes, he went back to the Lancaster’s house where she answered the door.

            “Come on in detective, what can I do for you?”

            “No need to Miss, I’ll make this short. I just want you to know that I think we have found the man who was part of your husband’s murder.”

            “Part of? You mean like there’s more than one? I don’t understand.”

            “Do you know of DASA?”

            “Yes, my husband created that.”

            “There’s hospitals who are on file of not reporting that many students were tested positive for drugs. He was going to expose it.

            “You think the doctors killed him?”

            “I don’t know yet, but sooner or later the truth will come out.”

Detective Garrison then went to his home. When he entered in, the tv was on and his wife was watching it.

            “Where’s Natalie?”

            “She’s asleep Nick. Come here, and see this on the tv.”

Garrison went to the living room where the news were playing.

            “Developments in the Lancaster’s death has taken a strange turn, as Detective Garrison and his team our accusing Clifton Medical Avenue Center president Steve Clark of killing Lancaster. All of this base on a plot of the hospitals to get rid of Lancaster who was going to unrevealed scandals that show that the hospitals had kept quiet about high school students testing positive for pharmaceutical drugs. Now of course none of this can be proven, but Detective Garrison seems to be driven to make his theory come to truth,” The news reporter explained.

            “That son of a bitch told!”

            “Nick, what is going on? You’re trying to solve a murder, but now you’re accusing doctors?”

            “Julie, that man is guilty. You must listen to me.”

            “No, Nick, this is absurd. This isn’t the first time you got an innocent man locked away.”

            “I know, but that was in the past, this man has lied straight in my face. I am trying to do what’s right.”

            “Right for who? For Lancaster, or yourself? Do you even care about what this is going to do to our family, or are you just so caught up in your own ego?”

            “Julie, do you not care about what kind of environment our child is going to go to school in! One where the people she looks up to our actually the enemies. I am trying to make this place a better community, and you don’t care about none of that!”

            “You know what? Have your life, and this stupid case. Just don’t involve me in it.”

Julie marched upstairs. Garrison slump on the couch as he sigh. The phone rang, so he picked it up.


            “Is this Nick Garrison?” An unrecognizable male voice asked.

            “Yes who’s this?”

            “You better stop this bullshit, or you’re going to end up with Lancaster.”

The person hung up. Suddenly Garrison’s little daughter Natalie approached him.

            “Shouldn’t you be going to bed?”

            “I was, but I heard you and mommy fighting. You two aren’t going to get a divorce are you?”

            “Oh, no honey, not at all,” Garrison assured as he put his arms around Natalie, “your mother and I love each other, it’s just that we have our differences sometime, but we still love each other, and we love you.”

The next morning when Detective Garrison went into the station, he sat at his desk when Barnes went over to him.

            “Goldman, is not happy.”

            “I bet.”

            “Garrison,” Goldman called out from his office, “come into my office.”

Detective Garrison went into Goldman’s office who had a look of irritation.

            “I am not happy Garrison.

Goldman threw down a newspaper on his desk that read Detective Garrison Goes Crazy Once Again In Another Rant, This Time Against A Doctor For Murder of Mayor Lancaster.

            “That is what you’re making us look like, all of us! Like we’re crazy! You’re off the case. You’re off the Lancaster’s murder case, and you are going to drop this deal with Clark!”

            “Goldman you have to listen to me. There is a file from the hospital that shows that the students at many high schools had test positive for drugs. This was on record at Clark’s hospital, but they never made it public, they didn’t tell the school, the parents, or coaches, that is already breaking the law.”

            “So what?”

            “All we need is the paper that shows him signing off the statement that no students were using drugs and we have him for fraud.”

            “You want him for murder, but now you want him for fraud?”

            “We’ll get both. He lied for a certain reason, his hospital may have given those drugs directly, nevertheless if caught they lose a ton of money, and that is not good. Lancaster was in charge of the program that fought against that.”

            “The case will be lost, if you go for the murder charge, it’s ridiculous, Garrison.”

            “Not if we connect it all together. Clark lied because he knew, the hospital would lose funding for it. Lancaster was in charge of the program that found out about those kinds of things, but with Lancaster killed, the program may end.”

            “You really want to go through with this, Garrison?”

            “You get that warrant for me, and you’ll have your damn man.”

            “The trial involving Steve Clark comes to a conclusion today. He is being charged with the murder of mayor Fredrick Lancaster, and fraud in which he is being accused of lying about students being tested negative for drugs,” The news reporter stated, “now back into the courtroom.”

            “All rise,” The judge stated in which everyone risen.

Detective Garrison looked over towards Steve Clark who had looked of worried on his face; it was as if he knew it was over.

            “Does the jury have a verdict?” The judge asked.

            “We have your honor.”

            “May you read the verdict?”

            “For the murder of Fredrick Lancaster in the 1st degree with find the defendant Steve Clark not guilty your honor.”

There were chatter in the court room as Steve was starting to smile.

            “And for healthcare fraud, we find the defendant not guilty.”

Steve Clark’s grin grew more as Detective Garrison shook his head. After the trail when everyone was leaving, reporters had come up to Steve Clark.

            “Mr. Clark what do you have to say about the police efforts to bring you down?”

            “I am just happy that justice wasn’t stepped over to ensure an agenda by a certain individual.”

As Detective Garrison was leaving the courtroom he spotted his wife and daughter who was waiting for him near his car. He walked over to them where Julie was smiling.

            “No matter what you want to do, I’m here for you, Nick.”

Garrison smiled back as he gave Julie a kiss. More reporters swarmed towards Garrison.

            “Detective Garrison, are you going to retire now after this, or are you going to continue to go after the people involved in the Lancaster’s murder? Many believe that Jack was the one who killed him.”

            “You know what, only time can tell. No matter what happens, I think this could be a great story to write about.”

Garrison smiled on as he turned to his family.

            “I’ll meet you at home, I have someone to see.”

            “I love you daddy.”

            “I love you too sweetheart.”

Garrison kissed his daughter on the forehead, as he got into his car and drove off.

            “I know it’s about the case, come on in,” Mrs. Lancaster declared as Garrison went into her house.

The two sat in the living room.

            “I’m sorry for what has happened. We may never know what really happened to him.”

            “It’s fine detective you did enough. In moments of sadness, you showed me that there is always a place for hope, and that is more than I need. For that, I thank you. Let me give you something for your service, I’ll be back. If you like you can turn on the tv.”

Mrs. Lancaster went upstairs as Garrison waited. A few moments had went by and she hadn’t come down stairs, so Garrison turned on the tv. The screen was blue, so Garrison kept flipping channels, but it was blue on every channel until one. Garrison tilted his head as he seen surveillance of the mayor’s office. It was dark, and it was footage of the parking lot. As Garrison approached the tv screen to investigate, on the screen a car pulled up to the parking lot. He recognized the car; it was the same car that was parked in Mrs. Lancaster drive way. Seconds later a person emerged from the car as they seemed to be dragging something. It was a female, and she was dragging a body. Garrison’s eyes grew bigger as the female on the screen was Mrs. Lancaster. She then went to the office in which she emerged from a couple minutes later, and drove off.

            “Oh my god,” Garrison gasped.

            “You know what the scariest thing in life is,” Mrs. Lancaster blurted out which caused Garrison to turn around where she was standing on the other side of the couch, “to be uncertain about your life.”

            “You killed him.”

            “I just couldn’t have kids. It was never his fault, it was all mine. I was the infertile one. For so long even after all our years of marriage, I still questions, did he ever love me? He never cheated on me, but that didn’t stop my insecurities from coming out; I just wanted to know if he really loved me. I figured if we would have had a kid of our own, as he watched me give birth to his child, then it would have been certain that he loved me. But I couldn’t have kids, so I remained with my doubts.”

            “What is wrong with you?”

            “I thought the only way to remove my doubts was to remove what was causing them. I thought with Fred gone, I wouldn’t be so unsure of myself, but the thing about it is that I will never have kids, and I will always be uncertain if someone ever did love me.”

            “I’m taking you in.”

Garrison began walking towards Mrs. Lancaster.

            “I realize I made a terrible mistake, and there’s only one way to make things right.”

Mrs. Lancaster revealed a gun that caused Garrison to stop.

            “Mrs. Lancaster put down the gun, this doesn’t have to end like this.”

            “There is no going back. I know I should have not killed Fredrick, and all I want to do now is be with him. I will be with him, after this.”

            “Mrs. Lancaster no!!!”

She placed the gun towards her chest. In the last moments, everything slowed down for Detective Garrison. It was as if it would take eternity for her to pull the trigger, yet he could never make it there in time. In those final moments, time and space had separated. Endless time, but forever trapped in space to do anything. It was in those final moments that she had pulled her fate just like she pulled the trigger in which ended it all. Mrs. Lancaster collapsed to the ground as she looked up at the ceiling. Blood was pouring out of her chest as it slowly filled the floor. Images of Mr. Lancaster’s corpse replayed in Garrison’s mind

            “No!” Garrison cried.

As Mrs. Lancaster laid on the ground she whispered,

            “I just wanted to know.”

Mrs. Lancaster was later found responsible for her husband’s murder as Jack was completely cleared of it. Although the hospitals were not responsible for Mr. Lancaster’s death, many doctors in San Antonio were stripped of their licenses, and thrown in prison for giving out drugs to students. Nick Garrison finally stepped down from being a detective, and worked as a teacher.