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Case Open |
| Written by Marisa Herrera | |
| Monday, 11 February 2008 | |
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Share it:      It was a murder. Two shots. One to the head on to the chest. The man just laid there. It wasn’t like he could just stand up and walk away. I didn’t feel anything. No emotion. I was sad that he was killed, I didn’t know him. I wasn’t happy of course. I’ve seen dozens of cruel and evil murder cases. The man had no wallet so I’d be hard to identify him. I knew then the killer was smart. He was going to be just out of reach… one step ahead. “Take the body to the lab for analysis,” I told the others, “Look for records on him. Do a check and get back to me on it.” They left with the body. I looked around for clues to what happened. We knew a gun was used, but there were no bullets and the killer didn’t leave the murder weapon lying around. The man was found by a neighbor who was walking and saw the man lying in the ally. She said that he was just lying there and there was no blood, only the body. “This is Brown,” I said into my cell phone once I picked it up in mid ring.
“I killed that man. I cleaned everything up, washed him. No way you’ll figure anything out. So just stop the case. It’s a lost cause.” The line went dead. He hung up. I knew if I was going to get him I’d have to be quick. I ordered a search of where he was when he called. My phone rang again. I picked it up. It was the lab. They said the man was only dead for four hours when he was found. Also that they found Robert Fort’s DNA on the body. I did a search on Fort. He was arrested twice but bailed. I looked at the crimes. Petty theft and the kidnapping and murder of Natalie Chase. “This is Brown,” I said into the phone again. “We got where For was when he called. He was using a pay phone five miles from you. He made another four calls to his buddies we’re guessing. He’s still there. The last call was made four minutes ago.” “I’m going to get him. Send in back up,” I told him. I went and drove to the area. It was outside a bank. I went inside and asked for surveillance. I looked at it and it showed the back of a man cover up the screen. Fort was still ahead. I asked people who came in if they saw anyone. The majority was no. I would have given up but the last people said she saw a man drive away in a red Ferrari. I asked for a description. “He had dark brown hair, and was white,” the informant told me. “Anything that stood out?” “Umm… yea! He had this scar above his right eye that was right above this eye brow.” “Thanks for the help,” I said with a smile even though in my thoughts I was said, “Thanks for the help, it’ll help me with nothing.” But suddenly she was staring at something. I looked behind me and saw Fort with a gun aiming towards me. I quickly grabbed my gun and aimed for him. I told the woman to hide and call the cops. A minute passed by and he looked firm in his position. I started to relax when… Fort fired a shot. You could hear screams. I went down. I was shot in the upper leg. It hurt so bad. I yelled to them to call 9-1-1. I looked back to Fort. He was gone. I didn’t know what to do. Fort got away. I was out for now. And a murder case was left unsolved. About three days later there were reports of Robert Fort in a small town near where the hospital I was stay at was. I left the hospital that day and went looking for Fort. The phone rang. I looked at it and it said “Restricted”. I let it ring then called and said to do a search on any phone calls in the area. I listened to the voicemail. Robert’s voice said, “Hello. Know you know who I am I’ll introduce myself. My name is Robert James Fort. I have been charged with petty theft and the kidnapping and murder of Natalie Chase. Because you’re getting closer I’ll tell you where I am at the moment of this call. I’m behind the bakery. If you would’ve answered I’d’ve been been caught.” I felt horrible. I let him slip away. No! I’m not going to this way! He was lying… He wanted me to go back there. I went fully armed and protected. He shot and missed. I shot back. Nailed him in the shoulder, too. I rushed over to him and called an ambulance in. They came in two minutes because they were so close. “Shot wound to the upper right hand chest,” the doctor told me. “He shot at me first,” I said with my hands up in a I didn’t do it way. When Fort recovered he was took to court. He was put in prison for fifty years for attempted murder of an officer, murder of an innocent man, and obstruction of a surveillance camera. It was another case to me. Next week I’d happen again… and it’d keep going until every dirt bag was caught, and when would that be? Never. “Brown, there’s been a break in to the United Nation Bank. Gun shots were heard… report there stat,” the cars radio chirped. Copyright 2008 Marisa Herrera |
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