By the time Jenny recovered from Russell’s hard look, she realized that they were nowhere near Central Booking. The one feature of the neighborhood that screamed COPS were the two units parked on the street.
“Russell,” Jenny finally managed to say.
“Come on,” he said while getting out.
“What, what is this? Where are we?”
“I need you to do this for us. Not me, us.”
“Us? What are you, you…”
Jenny started to feel her knees twitch. Russell took her left hand, holding it as he stared into her eyes.
“We need to do this. I’m going to be with you the whole time.”
The knock in her knees started to get worse as he led her inside.
An officer at the door nodded to the two of them, Russell needing to lead her along with each step.
They got to the kitchen, where another officer nodded as Russell tried to squeeze Jenny’s hand before he opened the refrigerator door…
Jenny screamed as she saw him. One of the shelves was askew; whatever had been on it, they didn’t bother to remove before Shaun was stuffed under it, drinks and condiments pouring down the sides of the shelf onto the corpse. The layers of liquids mixed with the blood and open wounds, making Shaun’s body look like a candle that was snuffed after burning halfway down.
Jenny continued to scream before Russell pulled her into him, hugging her.
“Crap oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap-”
“Jenny, snap out of it girl!”
“God, man, Russell, my boyfriend got stuffed in the fridge! Who found him? What happened?”
“We got a call about shots. A unit was seconds away and came here in time. We need a few more things from you.”
Jenny inhaled, and asked, “Whose place is this? What’s he doing here?”
“According to the McLandlord, the lower floor was signed out to a Mary Margaret McG-”
“That dancer? He was with the f’n’ dancer from Broadway Market?”
“Jenny, calm dow-”
“The hell I will!” she screamed as she started bouncing through the house. “ He was going after her, I swear I find her I will cut that cun-”
Jenny stopped when she got to the back room and saw Mary Margaret’s corpse sprawled on the floor, almost stepping into her pooled blood at the door.
“Jenny, get your shit together!” Russell called as he came up next to her.
Jenny started to slip down the door jamb. “Why am I here?” she asked. “Why’d you bring me here?”
“Other than you being the closest to next of kin for Shaun, I need you to look at a shot of the guy we got coming out of the place.” He pulled out his cell and held up the image to Jenny’s face.
“Yeah; who is he?”
“I don’t know, I… I think I saw him at Broadway Market, the day we took Shaun there and met with Pe- some other folks.”
“So did you two talk? What happened between you two?”
Jenny focused a little on the picture. “He- wait, he didn’t do, he just took our picture and turned away from us. Who is he?”
“Name’s George Kosmidis. We got him leaving the house when he turned the gun on the responding unit; he’s at an ERC under guard after we shot him. Got very cooperative when I showed up, told us everything.”
“What did he say?”
“He got Mary Margaret in there to work with him, offered her a big stash if she sent Shaun a pic and a place to meet. She lured him to a spot asking for a hand to get to your party, used the pic to make sure he’d pay attention.”
“Shaun…” Jenny cursed.
“He shows up, George and an accomplice ambush your boyfriend and strangle him. They show up here, tried to get in and out before Mary comes home to stuff him in the fridge and get her to take the fall. She comes back early, realizes they’re not going to pay her, it gets ugly. The other guy makes his way out; George isn’t as lucky, we get him and he’s more than willing to talk to us.”
“But why? Who would have som- Okay, stupid question, I can think of a few people who’d hate Shaun that much. But why him, why this George guy?”
“Nothing personal,” said Russell, “just doing it on behalf of his boss: Abe Harker.”
Jenny froze up inside. She barely heard anything else Russell had to say, except for the last part…
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