It was another cold October night. Once the light receded from the city, the cold crept in hot on its heels; a stark and sudden contrast to mild day before it. Surprising to others maybe, but not to me. These nights belonged to me. The police on my trail however, might argue otherwise. I can hear Molloy barking orders to his men and the receding bootfalls as some of them try to circle around and cut me off. He has no intention of catching me, but he has to chase me. That’s how this game is played. Just two men left on my tail now, Molloy and the rookie. The others are trying to flank me; not knowing their part in this performance.
Time to ascend for the final act.
I leap onto the nearest fire escape, making just enough noise to be heard. Taking his signal, Molloy orders the rookie into the building to cut me off before I can get to the rooftop. Not a bad plan, if he had gone into the right building. I’m about halfway up when Molloy reaches the bottom and begins to climb. The roof is vacant save the access door and a faded billboard. It stands one head taller than its neighbors on either side, keeping me hidden from wandering eyes. The stage is set.
“Hands where I can see them.” I hear the click of a hammer being pulled back.
“Good evening Detective. Or is it Sergeant now?”
“Sergeant, as of two days ago. I know you aren’t behind that mess on the East Side, so why were you there?” He still has his gun on me.
“I figured you’d be there and we need to talk.”
“Now there’s an understatement.” He holsters his gun and steps toward me stopping about two arm’s lengths away. “What do you know about last night, and the Captain the night before?”
“Last night is exactly why I brought you here. Seems I’ve rattled one too many cages. I think Viktor Kratov wants me out of the picture.”
“Jesus, Roy!” He runs his hand through his hair. His concern is almost funny. “Of all the criminals to piss off, you pick the Russian Kingpin? So what, you want protection? Or help killing him off?”
“I didn’t realize the police were taking such a liberal approach these days.” My sarcasm was well received. “But I can’t take a shot at him yet. But I do need to warn you. I had a brush with his enforcer, Bishop last night. He tried to ambush me and when he missed, he left a few stiffs to bait you into bringing me in for him.”
“So what’s the difference between you two then?” I think Molloy had missed his coffee this morning. “You’ve left enough bodies for me to deal with. Now you expect me to separate them into two neat piles?”
“You know my rules, John. I only hit the guys you’ve arrested and failed to convict. The dirty ones who’ve gotten away clean more than once. Bishop is an animal with a gun. You give me your file on this guy and I can stop him.”
“I’m not giving you anything until you tell me what you know about the Captain.” That gun would be making another guest appearance if I didn’t give him some answers. This won’t be pretty.
“That was me.”
“Roy, what the hell are you doing?!” And I was right. “He was a cop! One of us!”
“I agree with the first statement. But he’s been investigated by internal affairs three times in two years. Even you started to question him.”
“You’ve hated him ever since training.” He shook his head, trying to wrap it around this development.
“I hated how the system is put together. That’s why I left. He was also being paid by Kratov. That was the last nail in the coffin. We both do more for this city that he ever did. With your promotion you can do even more. If you want to shoot me for that, then go ahead. But you know this system needs me. When these scumbags slip through the cracks, someone needs to be waiting for them in the pit.”
“Don’t give me that crap Roy. You’re out here killing people, breaking the laws we both swore to uphold. But a line has to be drawn.” His voice shook. “My badge is stained with blood. Blood of the man you killed to get me promoted. And who knows how many innocent people caught in your crusade.”
“If I stop there will still be innocent blood on the streets.” I remove my mask and look Molloy straight in the eyes. “You need to decide if you want to be a Pawn who blindly follows the King’s dogma or something more.”
“This isn’t a game of chess! It’s not that simple.”
“It’s anything but simple. But it is a game. A game with no rules. But we all have parts to play.”
“When does the game stop? Where will you stop? I’ll answer you when you answer me. Don’t talk to me until then.”
The silence stretches the seconds to hours. There’s not much I can say to him.
“You have thirty seconds, then all bets are off.” Ok, even less with a time limit. He turns his back to me and moves his hand to his holster.
“If you need me, you know where to look.” The mask goes back on, and I leap to the next rooftop, leaving the closest thing I have to a friend for the waiting darkness.