"I'm going to need you to play Honest John with me and ask if Corey in any way has contacted you"
"N_no"
"You sure about that?" Martin asked and Dylan looked a little apprehensive, he knew deep down that Corey wasn't to be trusted and it hurt deeply that reality proved it to be true,
He could almost see the semi-dark room, the stool where the doctor was tied up about to be killed, his mom was on the floor with a kitchen knife in her throat on her pool of blood
Dylan was coming back from grade school when it happened, the maniacal hint in Corey's eyes and the ghastly look on his face were far different from the kind and loving gaze he used to give them and the blood on his palms.
Dylan struggled to take her out of the body bag crying. "What're you doing? My mom's not dead_no!"
As if the trauma wasn't over, he cried out as they took their mother and Corey away, Erin pulled him back with tears as a cop read him his Miranda rights and pushed his head into the squad car.
"Dad, no please, Erin, do something!" He spilled more tears when the car slammed shut and his adrenaline spiked when the car started to roll up the street, he broke into a run after the car that was conveying him away, his eyes blurred and his heart broke at how far he went, at every yard the car was moving, the family was tearing apart and his little happy childhood falling apart too.
...
Erin folded her arms when Martin passed her a look "I don't want anything to do with him"
"Yes but you both are the closest link we have to Corey Bradshaw, you figure where he might go if he's in some kind of trouble?"
"I have an idea or two"
...
The cops surrounded the old house downtown where the Bradshaw's used to live, the lieutenant signaled the other cops to secure the building with their weapons out, about ten of them scoured the exterior of the while the lieutenant kicked the door open, his eyes moved around the empty room and light danced in his eyes at the crime scene where Mary died, the house was empty when he got to the kitchen.
"Jesus"
The shots caused an uproar and other cops were coming from behind the house to get him. One opened the door and they held their breaths at the shot that went off, a gun that was rigged with a string to the back door where the unlucky bastard who entered through the front would take a bullet to the brain. The cop closed the door and stayed clear of it when a bullet zipped through the window sending glass everywhere.
"I'm not going back to jail!"
Lieutenant heard Corey scream, he sighed touching his shoulder blade where blood was running and another major came to stand in for him.
"Corey, we can settle this_"
"Don't talk to me, I know what I did and she deserved this, she deserved everything she got!"
Corey retorted bitterly and cocked his shotgun, the towns were wreathing with cops and he had to come back here, to this hell house but he had nowhere to run.
"Watch the door and tell the others to stand down until we can get someone through the ceiling"
Lieutenant groaned while they took him away and they crouched at the bullets and glass.
"No chance, he's got a gun...a really big one"
"Damn"
"What happened?"
Martin asked when they brought the lieutenant to the car, Lieutenant groaned applying pressure on his wound
"Corey's killer instincts just kicked in"
"He's not going anywhere" Another cop shook his head, Martin's eyes scoured the whole house. He dropped the megaphone a cop was holding and shook his head then took his bi-directional radio transceiver_walkie talkie and sighed, he was one hell of a reckless man to do this.
A car rolled in and they were ducking when there was more spray of glass, the door opened and Dylan stepped out nodding while the negotiator spoke to him.
Dylan sighed when he turned to the house, his whole body flinched as he wanted to turn the other way. The house brought back a lot of memories, the kind that he wanted to hold on to because life had been so perfect back then now, back here. He grit his teeth when the negotiator spoke
"Corey, your son's here to speak to you"
Martin wiped his lip and passed him the microphone, it screeched adjusting and Dylan held it up taking a stance on the car. There was no response from Corey soon he got up on the car waving when he caught a glimpse of his shadow on the window peering at him to make sure it was true.
"Dad? You need to step outside now, your family needs you...I need you. Don't you see what you're doing? If you keep this up it's game over and we might probably never see you again"
"Stay back, stand down!" Martin ordered when the others closed in on the door.
Dylan was a bit hopeful again when the door opened to a Corey as he stepped out, his ear rang when his gun went off and Dylan fell off the car shaking out of his senses reaching where Martin laid.
His breath quickened at the man on the pavement while the other cops nabbed Corey ridding him of all the weapons he held including a piece of glass from a Fountain dew bottle.
Corey roared with anger struggling and evaded them running toward the street, a gun went off and he slumped and fell headfirst on the street lifeless.
Martin's eyes opened and he cackled flaying his jacket to reveal the bulletproof vest and the spot it had severed with the bullet falling off.
Dylan paled at Erin holding the gun, she passed it to a cop who was also appalled by her quick action and stepped back watching her walk over to them helping Martin up from the ground.
"I'm sorry about Corey" He said rolling up the vest, they glanced at Corey on the ground with a nasty bruise on his temple.
"There's no need for that_"
"Erin...I was wrong" He admitted with guilt, more guiltier than she would killing a man who stopped being her father years ago. She sighed pulling him into a hug, she was also wearing a vest watching off scene, no chance that she would allow him to stay here by himself, it took grit to let Martin do what he did, happy that he was alive, shaken but alive.