Chapter 60 - Fanatic

Rebecca got in the car and closed the door tightly.Rebecca looked out the window, her face hardened by memories. Finally, he broke the silence.—There is a teacher in our Amish community —his voice was low, but charged with contained emotions — His name is Jonah. He is in charge of religious education.Ethan watched as she clenched her hands, noticing the tension in her jaw.—He is a fanatic —she continued, her tone increasingly bitter —. Solomon suffered a lot because of him ... on more than one occasion he attacked him at school ... because of me.Rebecca took a deep breath before adding, almost in a whisper:—He punished him physically, many times. He recently found out that Solomon was dating Lana and Jonah beat him up.Rebecca finished speaking and looked at Ethan, who was listening in silence.— Really? Just because he was dating an Indian girl? —Ethan shook his head, incredulous — I will never understand that kind of religious devotion.Ethan started the engine and, in a serious voice, asked:— Do you think Jonah did it?—I don't know, but it is possible. Tell me, you grew up in this kind of environment, so you know much better than I do how far these types of fans can go — he told Rebecca who clenched her fists tightly, looking forward with a hardened face.Two minutes later, they arrived at Jonah's residence moving down the dirt road. Ethan noticed Brock's police car parked outside and quickly approached.—Didn't he and Hood go find the Solomon friends? What are you doing here?- Ethan thought.At that moment, a roar filled the air. The windows of the house exploded, and a figure flew out, accompanied by shards of glass and broken wood, crashing into the police car.Ethan jumped open the car door and ran to the scene. The person on the ground was Brock; He had just hit the vehicle and was lying unconscious, his face covered in glass and wounds beginning to fill with blood.Ethan bent down next to him, worried.— Brock! —screamed, trying to wake him up.Screams and fighting sounds were heard from inside the house. I quickly check his vital signs, and he was still breathing slightly but had no serious injuries.Ethan approached the police vehicle, taking the radio microphone with firm hands. —Central, this is Ethan — he said, trying to keep his voice under control despite the adrenaline. —We are in the Amish community, there was an explosion.—Received, Ethan. What is the situation?—There is an injured officer. We need an ambulance and reinforcements on site. —Understood. Emergency units and ambulances are on the way. Hold your position and wait for instructions.Ethan released the radio, feeling the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. He looked at Brock and prepared to act.Rebecca ran to the house, Ethan left Brock and quickly followed her.In the living room, Hood was entangled in a fight with a tall, fat, bearded man: Jonah. Rebecca saw him from behind and, without hesitation, took a hammer that was on a wooden cabinet and ran towards him. With a blunt blow, the hammer hit Jonah's back.— Ahhh! —Jonah screamed in pain upon receiving the surprise attack.With a desperate kick, Jonah threw Hood to the ground. Then, turning his heavy arm, he pushed hard at Rebecca, who was dragged by the blow to crash into the cabinet. The dishes fell to the ground with her.Jonah, with his burly figure, looked like a human shield, but he did not have the fierce aura of Chayton, who had survived countless battles.Jonah suddenly turned, a sharp knife gleaming in his hand. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of rage and madness as he gasped, wiping his beard with a trembling hand. Ethan, feeling the adrenaline rush into his body, pulled his Glock 17 from his waist.— Don't kill him! —Hood shouted, his voice trembling as he held his stomach, a visible wound piercing his shirt.Ethan couldn't afford the distraction. With controlled breathing, he aimed at Jonah's hand, his fingers firm on the trigger. In the blink of an eye, he shot. The sound of the weapon rang, and Jonah's hand exploded in a blood explosion, the knife falling to the ground with a metal clang. Jonah's heartbreaking scream filled the air, a lament of pain that reverberated on the scene.Without giving him a truce, Ethan launched himself forward. With a smooth movement, he hit Jonah in the face with the handle of his weapon. The impact resonated, followed by another hit, and then another one. Jonah's expression turned into a mask of confusion and terror as he backed away, seeking support from scratch.With a determined movement, Ethan hit the back of Jonah's knee hard, listening to the creaking of the bone under his boot. Jonah fell to the ground, a drowned moan escaping from his lips, his body writhing in pain. Ethan leaned in, keeping his gun ready, vigilant against any movement.The tension in the air was palpable, but at the time, Ethan knew he had taken control.— Where's Solomon? —Ethan asked, sitting on him, holding his head with one hand while pressing the barrel of the gun against his shoulder.Jonah, his mouth shut, looked at him furiously.Without hesitation, Ethan pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced Jonah's shoulder, who howled and twisted violently, managing to push Ethan aside. Hood ran forward, and both men subjected Jonah to the ground.Jonah was fighting, his face covered in sweat. Emmett was hurt, Brock unconscious, and Ethan was on the verge of losing patience with him.Ethan pressed the barrel of the gun against the wound and, turning the gun, growled:—I ask you again, and only once where is Solomon?Jonah stopped resisting, but was still silent, his teeth covered in blood.—He won't tell you —said a voice from behind. Proctor had appeared in the living room and, after helping Rebecca up, added — He is a religious fanatic. You think what you have done is correct. We are dealing with someone pathologically convinced.Hood, panting, asked:— What do you suggest?Proctor arched his eyebrows, took an iron beak and a pair of pliers from a corner.—Leave me alone with him for a moment, I'll have him tell me what they need.Hood looked at Ethan, who shrugged.—I don't care.Without saying more, Hood left the house. Ethan handcuffed Jonah, left him on the ground, and helped Rebecca out.Soon after, the screaming began inside the house.Ethan remained unmoved. I knew that a man like Jonah would not speak without drastic means.He saw Hood helping Brock get up. Ethan ran to the car, pulled out a bottle of water, and poured it on Brock's face to remove traces of glass from his face. Little by little, Brock opened his eyes and saw Ethan.After confirming that Brock was fine, Hood sighed in relief.They had been looking for Solomon's friends in Delafield. Friends had said that Solomon had been severely punished at Amish school, especially after starting dating a Native American girl. Jonah had brutally beaten him. After discovering the wound on Jonah's leg, the situation had broken out.Suddenly, the screaming stopped and Proctor left the house with bloodstains on his shirt, and a white cloth cleaned his hands.Rebecca, expectant, ran towards him. Proctor smiled, raising a key.—Solomon is in the opposite silo.Rebecca took the key and ran away, followed by Hood.Ethan helped Brock up and sat him in the car.The nearby Amish had gathered due to noise and police cars.Proctor buttoned his shirt to cover the blood.—Officer Morgan, what's going on here, what happened to Jonah? —Bowman asked, approaching with his family.Ethan nodded and said:—We discovered that Jonah Lambrecht is Lana Cleary's killer. And he had Solomon locked in the silo across the street. Rebecca and Sheriff Hood have already come to rescue him on the way to rescue him.After hearing what Ethan said, the Amish who had gathered around suddenly began to speak.— How can it be? —someone murmured in the crowd.Many people showed expressions of disbelief. Jonah generally had a very good reputation among the community.He had been working with dedication at Amish School for twenty years. After his wife's death, he never remarried and was always a role model in complying with family rules.There were even some people who could not accept that Jonah had done such a thing and wanted to enter the house.Ethan quickly stood in front of the porch and stopped these hectic people.Proctor had been allowed to act as he pleased, and the scene would not have been pleasant.After being detained by Ethan, under Bowman's leadership, everyone walked to Jonah's silo.Looking at the moving crowd, Ethan breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at Proctor.—You didn't kill him, did you?—No —Proctor replied.With a smile, he took a handkerchief out of his pocket, unfolded it, and handed it to Ethan. In it were seven or eight teeth stained with blood.—But I think you should call him an ambulance.After a while, the Amish surrounding the silo became noisy. From a distance, you could see a boy with a bloody face, being helped by Bowman.Rebecca followed him desperate. The joy of having found her brother was fading at the abandonment of her family, which made her feel completely lost, as if everything in front of her no longer made sense.At that moment, Solomon Bowman stopped. He released his father's hand and turned around.Seeing Rebecca's disappointed gaze, her eyes filled with tears, she took a few steps back and hugged her tightly.—Thanks for coming for my sister. CADI, Police Commissioner.Back at the police station, both Siobhan and Emmett knew that the killer had been successfully captured and returned quickly, and the tense atmosphere at the police station had disappeared. Ethan took Jonah, whose wounds had been briefly treated, to the empty temporary waiting room and pushed him in.— Is this the bastard who killed Lana? —Chayton asked, getting out of bed and looking at Jonah, whose beard was stained with blood. His eyes sparkled dangerously.Jonah said nothing. He walked silently to the single bed and sat down.Ethan closed the iron door and ignored Chayton.Acting District Attorney Alison Medding rushed there at the time. Seeing the people incarcerated, he nodded with satisfaction and turned to Ethan.— What happened to your wounds?—He resisted arrest —Ethan replied, simply.Alison crossed her arms, aware that something else had happened. However, he needed this case to be resolved quickly and had no problem using unorthodox methods against the man who had killed the young native woman.He took a deep breath, smiled and said:—Good job, I will see to it that you receive the punishment you deserve.—Thanks —Ethan said, as his eyes stopped at Alison.She was not very tall, but well proportioned, with dark, shiny skin. He wore an elegant blue suit that outlined complex patterns in his outfit. After a second Ethan returned to his seat, calmly.In the afternoon, when Ethan was writing a report, Hood came up and hit the table to get his attention.—Today afternoon, we are going to transfer Big Chayton to Jefferson County, so they can prosecute him for pending arrest warrants. Siobhan, Emmett and you are going to escort him. Any problem?—Not any, but Siobhan and I had better go alone. Emmett is hurt, let him rest, he's seen a lot of action lately. —interrupted Ethan, raising his hand and leaning on the chair.Hood looked at him, somewhat surprised.—I'm going to go —Emmett replied quickly — It's just a minor wound, plus I've been resting all day, blisters will come out of my butt from being in this chair.Ethan hit the table.—Emmett, I insist, go home to your wife we will take over.Hood quickly decided:—Okay. Ethan and Siobhan go alone.Emmett, somewhat resigned, sat down again.While preparing to transfer the documents, Emmett called Ethan into the team room.Ethan looked at the shackles for hands and feet, in his hands, and scratched his head.— Is it necessary?—For others, no. But for Chayton, yes.With no choice, Ethan took the shackles and, along with Emmett, went to the temporary detention cells, prepared for what appeared to be a major threat.When they opened the iron cage, the two of them came in and shackled Chayton, who, surprisingly, was very cooperative.Then they pushed him into the back seat of the patrol car. Ethan closed the door and took the transfer documents from Brock's hands.—It will take about two hours to get to Jefferson County. I've already contacted the police station there, they'll see you at the county border for the transfer. — Brock said.—Understood —Ethan replied, clashing his fists with Brock.—Take care, Ethan. Stay alert.Ethan nodded, touching the gun to his waist.—I will.After leaving Banshee Town, the patrol car had been driving down the road for an hour. Chayton remained silent.Distracted by the sight of farms and cattle at sunset, Ethan lowered the window and lit a cigarette.—It will probably get dark when we get to the Jefferson County border —he said, looking at his watch.— Are you in a hurry? —Chayton asked, in a deep voice.Ethan exhaled the smoke.—I just want to send you to prison. It is not like your second home, you will surely feel more comfortable there.Chayton smiled contemptuously and closed his eyes.Soon after, Siobhan looked twice in the rearview mirror.—Ethan, take a look. There is something strange behind.Ethan put down the water bottle and looked in the mirror. Behind the car, two vehicles were fast approaching. The drivers wore black balaclavas.—Accelerates —Ethan ordered.Siobhan hit the gas. Chayton, sitting in the back, smiled widely before covering his head with his hands.Before they could accelerate enough, the cars that followed them approached. The masked men pulled out long, short weapons, shooting wildly at the tires of the patrol car.— Bang, bang, bang, bang!A loud bang echoed when the tire exploded. Siobhan was unable to react in time and the car was diverted, crashing into the nearby bridge.With a loud noise, the front of the car hit the bridge dock.— Burst! — The police car flew off, turned in midair, and then fell into the river.Ethan passed out while turning.The water fell, creating a wave, and the river began to flow again, taking away broken glass and plastic auto parts.He didn't know how long it had been, but Ethan slowly opened his eyes, feeling dizzy.A persistent noise invaded his ears.—Go for Chayton first.— What do we do with these two?—First things first, go for it.Ethan turned his head. Siobhan was unconscious, his head was tilted, and a thread of blood ran down his forehead. The car was overturned below, and the river water covered the roof. The sound of hasty footsteps invaded the environment. Several men pulled Chayton out and ran to the back of the car that had rammed them.Ethan slowly moved some parts of his body, trying to find out if he was restricted, or injured from somewhere.At that moment, a few steps approached his side.Realizing that there was only one person by his side, he clenched his teeth and quickly pulled the Glock from his waist. He aimed at the figure's legs by the car window and pulled the trigger.— Bang bang!After the two shots, the person screamed and fell to his knees in the river, looking in horror at the black mouth of the weapon that was looming out of the car window. A third shot rang out. The bullet destroyed a fragment of the skull, and with a plop he fell into the river, dragging with him red and white remains.— Damn! —shouted a voice —. The police are awake!While shooting, Ethan pressed the seat belt button, falling into the water. He quickly removed the remaining glass from the window and got out of the car.Shots were heard. The bullets whistled past him.Ethan bent down, raised his hand, and fired a few random shots at where the shots were coming from. Then he quickly headed for the back of the car.Was lucky. He didn't know where the shots he had just fired hit, but he heard a scream and then the sound of someone running away in panic.After making sure there were no enemies behind him, Ethan got out of the back of the car.Two masked men ran to the riverbank, one of them holding onto a wounded arm. Squeezing his teeth, Ethan shot desperately, as the gun blinked with every bullet that came out of the magazine.The bullets hit the bodies of the two fleeing men. Ethan's eyes were cold as he shot mercilessly, as he advanced toward them, several men fell to the ground, after a ball of blood mist exploded in their bodies before falling into the river, staining the water red.The magazine ran out, the metallic sound of the last cartridge echoing in the air like an echo amidst the chaos. Ethan felt the adrenaline running through his body, his senses sharpened to the maximum. The pistol, which had been his battle partner, was left empty in his hand, but there was no time for doubt.From the shore, shadows emerged, shooting with despair. The bullets whistled around him, creating small explosions in the water, but his aim was erratic and poor. A thud blow, followed by the splashing of bullets into the water, was the only sign of his failed effort. Ethan, a master of the art of shooting, felt like a fish in the water.With a fluid and calculated movement, he released the empty magazine, dropping it to the ground with a jingle. Without wasting a second, he took a spare charger from his belt, fitting it into the gun with a resonant click.The tension grew around him as he pulled the slide with millimeter precision. Now he was ready, he pulled the trigger, and the shot rang like thunder. The bullet shot out, cutting through the air with unrelenting speed. Ethan moved with agility, anticipating every movement of his adversaries, like a predator stalking his prey.— bang!The bullet flew precisely to where he had seen the fire, and the blood blossomed into the air.— Run! This guy is too dangerous! —Several screams of terror from the shore were heard, followed by the sound of tires spinning furiously.Ethan ran to shore, shooting a few shots at random.When he arrived, he only saw an abandoned body on the side of the road. The two fleeing cars were already more than a hundred meters away.Ethan relaxed, putting his hands on his knees, staring at the cars that were moving away.He touched his face, noticing that his hands were completely red. She remembered Siobhan, even without knowing if she was alive or dead, and ran back to the riverbank.Upon reaching the overturned police car, he dropped to his knees in the water, stretched to the driver's seat, and with trembling fingers felt under Siobhan's nose.Ethan swallowed saliva and dropped into the water, relieved. Siobhan was still breathing and only had a few hits. Gathering forces, he put the Glock back in the holster. Ethan held her with one hand, unbuttoned her seat belt, and carefully pulled her out of the patrol.After placing it on the grass, he took out his cell phone and called.Hood's voice echoed across the line.—Ethan, what's up?—The Redbone gang attacked us, they overturned us near kilometer 68. Siobhan and I were injured. Chayton ran away. Come quickly and bring an ambulance.After giving his approximate location, Ethan hung up.He pressed the phone, his heart pounding as Siobhan's image, unconscious and vulnerable. Anger began to invade his senses, dark and voracious, like a storm breaking loose inside him. Each heartbeat echoed with the echo of his frustration and despair.There was no more time for hunting. The idea of capturing Chayton vanished, replaced by a single thought revenge. Ethan felt the blood boil in his veins, a fire that threatened to consume him. He wouldn't stop until Chayton paid for what he had done, his damn son of a bitch was going to die. He put the phone away and checked Siobhan's head injury.Ethan opened the trunk of the car, letting things spread. He took the first aid kit, walked to Siobhan, cleaned the wound, and sold it. After attending Siobhan, he returned to the police car and hit the wobbly rearview mirror.He took a piece of glass from the river and looked at himself on it. He did not know what had caused the large cut on his forehead. The wound had stopped bleeding, but he needed stitches.He found it difficult to bandage himself, so he put a little disinfectant on his head, looking at his reflection with resignation.Throwing the crystals, he headed for the nearby body.Upon removing the handkerchief from the corpse, he recognized that he was an Aboriginal.Ethan didn't stop to think much more. He picked up Siobhan and walked to the side of the road. Occasionally, a car passed by and drivers saw a bloody town policeman standing by the bridge, smoking a cigarette with the face of few friends. Every time this happened, they accelerated.The sky was already darkening, and the ember of the cigarette was blinking in the dim light.Ethan pulled out his cell phone. It had been half an hour since he made the call to Hood, they were not long in coming.— Are you okay? —A weak voice rang beside him, surprising Ethan, who threw the butt out of his cigarette and bent down.Siobhan blinked, forcing a smile.—You finally woke up —Ethan said, relieved.Siobhan tried to sit down and whispered:—You are wounded, seeing the blood on his face.—I'm fine. It's just a scratch. You were unconscious for a long time.Ethan helped her sit down. At that moment, at the end of the road, red and blue lights began to blink.The sound of sirens accompanied the approach of three police cars.The squeal of the brakes was followed by the arrival of Hood, Brock, and Emmett, who ran to Ethan.—Damn, apart from that time with Sánchez, I had never seen you in such a state —Hood exclaimed, seeing Ethan's bloody face.Embracing the still dizzy Siobhan, Ethan quickly asked:— Where's the ambulance?—It will be here soon —Hood replied.Concerned, Emmett pressed his radio to hasten the arrival of the ambulance.After making sure Siobhan's vital signs were stable, Hood and Brock turned on their tactical flashlights and began inspecting the riverbank. Curses were soon heard.Soon after, Jefferson County Police, State Police, and ambulances arrived at the scene.When they saw the four corpses lined up on the side of the road by Hood and the others, they all directed astonishing glances at Ethan.