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The Truth Revealed	By : dieselgrl69 Category: Individual Celebrities > Vin Diesel Views: 1325 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Truth Revealed
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The frantic female voice echoed through the halls. Detectives scurried around the house like rats in a maze gathering the evidence. There were so many people there that he wasn’t sure who was coming or going.

“Where is she?” a deep baritone voice asked as he observed the others collecting evidence.
“How the fuck should I…sorry Vetter. Didn’t realize it was you.”
The two men stood standing eyeing each other and standing their ground as if laying claim to the chaos. The smaller guy watched Vetter with care.
“Ramirez?”
“Yeah.”
“So where the fuck is she?” Sean was quickly becoming frustrated with the detective. “I didn’t get called out in the middle of the fuckin’ night to shoot the shit with you.” Sean’s voice raised in volume as he spoke. “So one more time…where…in the hell…is my…fucking suspect?”
“For Christ’s sake, Vetter, just chill! She’s back there.” Ramirez told him as he pointed down the long hall. “Just follow the voice.”
Vetter turned walking through the living room, noticing the blood stains on the floor. When he passed the end of the couch, he noticed something small and shiny just underneath the couch. He bent down and raked it out with the end of his gloved hand., staring at it.
“What’cha got there, Vetter?” Ramirez asked from behind.
“Don’t know. Looks interesting. Have someone print it and bag it.”
Vetter stood and noticed the evidence markers strewn all over the room. He mad his way down the hall. Bloody prints on the wall led him down to the last room. Sean cold hear others talking and asking questions. In the midst of all the voices, he could hear one female voice. He couldn’t make out all the words she was saying because of her hysterics, but made out enough of it.
“What are you…no, no…if you would…can I go…I didn’t kill them…would you just let me…”
The questions were shot at her nonstop. Sean stood nearby and watched as the scene unfolded in front of him. The other detectives stood around the female, never giving her a chance to answer one question before the next one was asked.
As he listened, Sean scanned the room with his eyes. Blood was everywhere. Blood and bullet holes. He noticed an evidence marker near the nightstand. Next to it, 2 bullet casings laid on the carpet soaked in blood. Evidence markers hung on the wall with bullet holes above the bed. Blood soaked sheets drew him in like a magnet. Images of times past ran through his head. Images of the night Stacey was killed. Sean shook his head, forcing the thoughts back. His own deep voice brought him back to reality.
“What the fuck! Why don’t you guys give me a minute? I think she’s heard enough from the likes of you.”
One detective chuckled. “Yeah, like you are any better at it, Vetter.”
Sean moved towards the small group, eyebrow raised, lips pressed tightly shut. “You gotta problem wit Woo Woodson? Your people were the ones that called me, not the other way around. Now, what gets me is why would this shit be so fucking interesting to me?”
The group of detectives stepped aside and Woodson pointed towards the girl sitting on the bed. “That’s why.”
“I didn’t kill them, Vetter!”
Sean stared at the woman on the foot of the bed. Her eyes wide with fear, her hair tousled and spotted with blood. Her face marked with cuts and bruises. Her clothes covered in blood so much Sean could barely tell what color her shirt was. Sean ran his hand over his face and shook his head. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
“You guys give me a minute alone with the suspect.”
“You got it. If you need us, just yell.”
“I won’t,” Vetter replied as he shut the door. He turned back and saw her struggling against the restraints that held her wrists.
“Come on, Vetter. You know me…I didn’t do this!”
“Heather, shut the fuck up!” Sean moved closer to her, disgust in his eyes.
“Come on, Vetter, take ‘em off. You know I won’t do nothing’.”
Sean smirked. “Yeah, I take ’em off and your good for nothing junkie ass tries to run.” Sean’s hand ran over his stubbled head. “What the hell happened, Heather? You were doin’ good. I thought you had kicked it.”
“I did kick it!”
“How the hell did you end up here then? Tell me that!”
“I don’t know!” Tears streaked her blood stained face.
Sean started pacing. “Do you have any idea who these people were, Heather? Do you! The three body bags they carried out had the Gold brothers and a girlfriend in them.”
“She was more like a whore.”
Sean turned on his heel, surprised at her comment. “How would you know that?”
“I just do,” she replied before lowering her eyes.
“What are you telling me, Heather?” Sean kept his eye on her. He knew she could be sneaky, coy. Her body language told him one thing while her mouth told him another. Sean and D had met Heather when they busted a large drug ring the previous year and had grown to like her. They had helped her get clean and in return, is she ever heard any news on the street, she called them. This girl that sat in front of him was totally different. Her old self; her true self. The part of her she tried to hide but just could never quite do.
“Vetter, I told them everything. Com’on dude, take the cuffs off. Let’s just talk. You can get them to let me go.”
“Not damn sure I want to do that, Heather.”
“It’s me, Vetter. Little old me. What? You think I’m gonna pull something with your big, muscular ass in the room? Please! You’d break me in half!”
“And you’ll tell me every fuckin’ thing?”
“Scout’s honor,” Heather replied as she held up her cuffed hands behind her back.
Sean stood there for a minute contemplating everything. He wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. The evidence in front of him told him different. He had trusted once before and almost died.
“Talk to me.” Sean leaned back against the wall, plunging his hands deep in his pockets.
“Umm…and the cuffs?”
“They stay.”
“Fuck you, Vetter.”
Sean moved to walk out. “No, I think it’s you that will be fucked if you don’t talk.”
“OK, OK!” Heather yelled as Sean stared opening the door. He turned back and stood silent. “Fine asshole, have it your way.”
“Never thought any different.”
Heather told Sean her story. She had known one of the Gold brothers from times past. They had run into each other and started talking earlier in the day. One thing led to another and she ended up there at the house. She fell asleep and woke up to all the blood and death.
Sean listened half-heartedly to her story. He watched her eyes and face while she spoke. Ramirez poked his head in the door and handed Sean a file as Heather continued talking. Sean glanced through the file, sorting through the contents.
“Heather, are you finished?”
She nodded. “What’cha got there?”
“So, let me get this straight. You said you ran into each other today right?” Heather nodded. “And you haven’t seen him for at least a year?” Another nod, only slower. “And how did you know the girl in the body bag was a whore?” Silence. “So, you are telling’ me this is the truth?” Silence. Sean paced back and forth a moment, stopped in front of her and turned to face her.
“You are the worst fucking liar I have ever seen. That story is nothing’ but bullshit!”
“No, it’s not!”
“It is Heather! And how do I know this you ask…because I was just handed the proof. Surveillance photos of Gold. You are in over half of them. Half! And they span over a six month period!”
“Bite me.”
“No thank you. And guess what else? The whore is inn the photos too. I thinks she got in your way. Am I right?”
“Fuck you.”
“I think she was doin’ the brother you wanted. I think it pissed you off.”
Woodson poked his head in the door. “Hey Vetter, you need to see something.”
“Where?”
“Down the hall.”
Sean looked first to Heather then turned to Woodson. “If she moves…shoot her.”
Down the hall, under the bottom of the lower stairs, Sean stared at kilo upon kilo of smack staring back at him. They had been trying to get the brothers and the drugs in one place together for months. Now the brothers were dead. The drugs now found, but no one to bust.
“Bag it and tag…” Sean’s words were cut off by a loud crash from where he left Heather and Woodson.
He ran down the hall, drawing his gun, and slammed through the door. He came face to face with Woodson and Heather. The only bad thing was Heather had the gun on Woodson now.

“Heather, put the gun down.”

Heather evilly laughed, “Right! What? So you can shoot me? Don’t think so.” Her headlock arouoodsoodson’s neck tightened. “Put it down, Vetter, or he dies.”
Sean lowered his gun as he started talking. “I thought you told me you couldn’t kill.”
“I lied.”
“So I see. Let him go, Heather. Take me.”
Heather’s laughter roared through the room. “I don’t want you. I want him.”
“Just like you wanted Gold?”
“Damn right.”
“And since you couldn’t have him, what did you do?”
Heather looked directly into Sean’s eyes. “Did what I had to do.”
“And what was that?”
“The bitch wouldn’t leave. He told me he would get rid of her and I could go into the business with them. That they would take care of me. That I could have whatever I wanted. But she wouldn’t leave, and he didn’t make her go.”
“So you took care of it?”
“Damn right I did. And now, I’ve got to take care of you and this one,” she stated as she cut off Woodson’s air supply. Heather lifted the gun and aimed it at Sean.
“You don’t want to do that, Heather.”
“The fuck I don’t. Do you realize how much I abhor you and D? The almighty duo, trying to make sure I’m all right and not in any trouble. Do you realize it was me that handed you Gold?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Didn’t fuckin’ think so! I tried to take care of it that way first, but you guys couldn’t get your shit together enough to trap them. So, I decided to take another route. Goodbye, Vetter.”
The shot rang throughout the house. Sean fell to the ground and reached for his gun strapped to his ankle. Woodson was in the way but he had no choice. He pointed the gun and shot.
The bullet ripped through Woodson’s shoulder and lodged in Heather’s chest. It hit her so hard, it flung her back on the bed. Woodson fell to the floor and crawled towards the door. Sean stood, gun still pointed at Heather. He watched as the blood gurgled out of the hole in her chest.

“I had to, Vetter. I had to.” She raised her gun, squeezing the trigger. The bullet never made it out of the chamber.

“So did I, Heather. So did I” Sean turned and walked out of the room, leaving the mess for the others to clean up. He was tired and wanted to go home.
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