Dave Zeltserman: Bad Thoughts

“And you think John’s involved?”

“From his criminal record we need to talk to him.”

Alarm showed in the older man’s eyes. He looked quickly at Roper and then away from him, settling on a spot near his feet. “I had no idea,” he murmured to no one in particular, his voice dropping to a hoarse whisper. “I better leave you officers alone,” he croaked as he moved away.

Roper’s smile disappeared. His skin had turned a blotchy white, his eyes becoming nothing more than small, gray holes. He trembled slightly as he watched the older man walk way. “I’m going to lose my job,” he moaned. “Fucking Jesus Christ, I’m going to lose my job because of you assholes.”

“Shut up,” DiGrazia stepped forward and pushed a thick finger into Roper’s chest.

“One of my conditions for parole is being employed,” Roper said, his tone not quite human, “another is chemical castration. I get shots every week. I got nothing down there anymore. What the fuck would I want with a woman, you assholes?”

“Nice mouth on this guy,” DiGrazia said.

“A real sweetheart,” Shannon agreed.

“Maybe we should take him back to the station. If nothing else we can teach him some manners,” DiGrazia said, moving closer to Roper.

Roper took a step back. “You don’t have to take me anywhere-”

“Shut up,” DiGrazia said.

“Are you going to be civil to us?” Shannon asked.

“I didn’t do anything,” Roper said. “I told you, with the shots I’m getting I don’t have any use for a woman.”

“We’ll check that,” DiGrazia said. “But even if you can’t get it up anymore there’s still the violence part of it. You’re a violent man after all, John.”

“You still like to cut them, don’t you, John?” Shannon asked.

“No, it’s not like that-”

“I read the report on that woman in Providence. You cut her over sixty times. It’s a wonder she didn’t bleed to death.”

“Those cuts were superficial. I didn’t really hurt her that bad. And it’s not like that anymore, not with the treatment I’ve had and the shots I’m getting-”

“You don’t have to explain, John. We understand. You like to cut women. The one you took last night, where is she now? Where’d you leave her?”

“I didn’t do anything. I tell you, with the shots-”

“We’re sick of hearing that crap,” DiGrazia said. “Where is she?”

Roper closed his mouth. Something shut down within his small, gray eyes. “I’m not talking to you anymore,” he said. “I want a lawyer.”

“Your choice, John,” DiGrazia said. He had Roper put his hands behind his back and then he cuffed him. DiGrazia and Shannon then led him out of the garage to their patrol car.

Back at the station, DiGrazia read Roper his rights and had him initial different paragraphs of it and sign at the bottom.

“We’ll get you your lawyer now,” DiGrazia said. “Then I’m going to get a search warrant for your room at your sister’s. I’ll find something that will break your parole.”

Shannon said, “A couple of grams of coke in his sock drawer would do it.”

“That’s usually a good place to find it,” DiGrazia said. “Then we’ll send you back to Rhode Island. I’m sure your friends in lockup will be glad to see you again, especially now you’ve been turned into a fat, little eunuch.”

“Should be loads of fun for them,” Shannon agreed. “They’ll have a ball.”

Roper started to cry. “I didn’t do anything.”

Shannon said, “You don’t have to talk to us. You’ve already asked for a lawyer.”

“I swear to you I didn’t do anything.”

“Are you telling us you’ve changed your mind about wanting a lawyer?” Shannon asked. “You willing to talk to us, see if you can clear this up?”

“Sure,” Roper said. He was still sobbing. He rubbed both his palms against his eyes. “We can clear this up ’cause I didn’t do anything.”

“A woman was abducted last night. It looks a lot like what you did in Providence.”

Roper took both palms away from his eyes and looked at Shannon. His small eyes had a pinkish look to them, like rat’s eyes. “I was home all last night,” he said, sniffling.

“Home-you mean your sister’s house?”

He nodded. “They have a small in-law apartment in the basement they’re letting me use. I was tired yesterday. After work I went home with a bottle of vodka and a quart of orange juice.”

“What time did you get off work?”

“Five. Kelley, the owner of the garage, can back me up on that. I bought the vodka and juice a block away from my sister’s house and was home by quarter past.”

“Your sister see you?”

“I don’t think so. I have a separate entrance.”

“She doesn’t check up on you?”

Roper shook his head. “She might’ve heard me. I turned on my stereo when I got home.”

“That’s it?” Shannon asked. “You didn’t talk to anyone or see anyone last night?”

Roper looked away from Shannon. “I don’t have any friends here,” he said. “And there’s really no point to me trying to date.”

DiGrazia moved his chair close to Roper’s, and then leaned forward until his face was inches from the ex-convict’s. At first Roper tried to ignore him, then he tried to push his own chair back. DiGrazia stopped him.

“You fucking with us?” he asked.

“No, I’m not fucking with you-”

“I think you are,” he said. “I like you for this one, John. If you took this woman, I’m going to find out. Trust me, I will. And if you did, and if you’ve been sitting here lying to us, when we get you I’m going to make sure you don’t go back to Rhode Island. I’ll pull whatever strings I have to get you into the Federal system and into Danamora. It’s a nasty place, John. A fat eunuch like you won’t last a month there.”

“I’m not lying.”

“If you’ve been lying, right now is the last fucking chance you’ll get to come clean. Have you been lying to us?”

Roper just shook his head. He bit down on his bottom lip, his small, pinkish-gray eyes bleary with tears.

“What time did you get to work this morning?” Shannon asked.

Roper hesitated. Shannon said, “If you’ve been telling the truth so far, don’t start lying now. Your boss will be able to answer this one for us.”

“I came in after ten,” Roper said. “I was hung over from the vodka.”

“Okay,” Shannon stood up. “We’re going to go talk with your sister now.”

“Am I free to go?”

“No. If you want a lawyer we’ll arrest you and process you on a kidnapping charge. Maybe you’ll be able to get bail afterwards. If you’re willing to sit until we talk to your sister, we’ll let you go if she backs up your story. You want a lawyer?”

Roper shook his head.

As the two cops got to the door, Roper spoke to Shannon. “You two put me through a lot for no reason,” he said.

Shannon considered the ex-convict. “I’m not sure I agree with that. We questioned you, John, that’s all. It’s not like we held you hostage for four days, sexually assaulting you and cutting you with a straight-edge. Any scars came from you, not us.”

Shannon closed the door on him. DiGrazia was waiting in the hallway. He gave his partner a hard look. “I think that sack of shit is lying to us,” he said.

A weary sigh broke loose from Shannon. “Maybe. Let’s go talk to his sister.”

John Roper’s sister was married and had a triple-decker house a couple of blocks from Revere Beach. When Shannon knocked on her door, a large, barrel-chested man wearing a tee shirt and a pair of dirty khakis answered. He squinted at Shannon’s badge and when Shannon told him what he was there for, the man’s face turned a deep red.