The Sins of the Father

Sewing the Seeds of Discord

The most effective way to disrupt the flow of an organization especially, if its impenetrable to outside force, is you don't.

You get someone who already has some ties, within that particular institution. Who has as much to lose as everyone else. So no one would think twice that, said person, would double cross them. So assured of the fact, that they have the puppet on a string and at anytime could cut the cable cords.

This is where Roderick Morgan came in.

Billy had never came in after the day of his "family emergency" came up. We found him at a motel 6. A beat up mustang in front of room 204, under the alias name Henry McCarty. All thanks to the self preservation act of "Candy".

Who as I said before, was easy to be persuaded into helping us, at the chance of saving her own ass. We found him sitting on the toilet in the midst of relieving himself. Neck strained back against the wall, muscles taut, mouth ajar.

Consumed in finishing up his pleasurable act. Roderick gave a little interrupting cough. Billy, jumped off the toilet, pants hitting the crummy, dirty floor. Shame bathed his skin in red, as he attempted to cover his sins with shaky hands.

"Shitt Morgan! You gave- Scared the hell out of me!" He look passed Morgan as I stepped behind father's large frame. His face looks between Morgan and I in confusion. "What the f**k is she doing her? Is this some f*****g trick? Candy said you had some important info to share with me." Suddenly his face bloomed with an epiphany. "Unless she is the important information to be shared?" He winked, confidence taken over, as the little engine, that thought he could, stood...erect?

"First, not that type of party. You're not even close to what I'm used to," I scrunched up my face at the view, his less than meager privates were giving me.

" We' re here because of the understanding that you dear Billy, know where Sam is and who has her at this very moment. Now before you speak, I can tell you are getting a little worked up."His mini me had waned in strength completely, before he covered 'him' up.

"I can offer you less time for your second degree kidnapping, than you would get if you weren't to help me. Considering you are the suppose law, a cop.""

I looked over at Morgan, who had yet to voice anything. Just continued to stare blankly at the scene unfolding. His hands were crossed and he was leaning up against the door frame. At the brief cause of conversation, he looked at me, his eyes questioned what pursed lips could not.

Speed up the process.

The sudden rustle of clothing and zipping up of pants, jerked my attention away from Morgan towards the man, now fully clothed. "Okay I'm in. What service can I offer you that oh Father Morgan can't? Since I am volunteering."

"No, there is no other choice in the matter you will help us or spend quite some-"

I could hear the harsh strained whisper of the word f**k slipping past his lips as he began to pace back and forth within the little confined space.

"Its her father, her father is the one that had her kidnapped."

Strong hands, from behind steadied my weakened body, from my buckling jello legs, at hearing the sickening news splatter from McCarty's lips.

"How do you know this Billy?"

"On one of his visits here."

Who is he," I interjected.

"Chief Rosin. He asked to use my car, said that he needed a vehicle that didn't stand out. Something about him going undercover for a case. So I gave him my keys to the mustang. Around three in the morning he called me,asking me to assist him in transferring some important documents. He was outside of my apartment building already. Once I reached the car. I noticed a woman hunched over in the passenger seat. I actually thought the girl was dead. Chief was sporting a grey hoodie smiling. He pointed to the back seat and I got in. We drove some distance away from the city. I can remember seeing all the lights disappearing and being replaced with trees. There was this shack we pulled up to, out in the middle of no where. I noticed a car parked on the side of it. A Subaru to be exact. Its lights flashed twice and we stopped. A man in a suit stepped out. I recognized him as Mr. Terran, he came out to greet us. I remember thinking what the hell is going on? Why are we even here? The pit of my stomach told me something wasn't right.

"I kept focusing on seeing her chest rise and fall. Her breathing was a little on the shallow side. Mr. Terran opened his hatch back. Chief asked for me to carry the woman. I got out and opened the front passenger side door. Gathered the tiny woman in my arms and-"

He paused, tears began streaming from his eyes. His cheeks flamed red as a steady vein began to pulsate from his forehead.

"It was Sam. He had me be an accomplice to him kidnapping my Sam. I remember feeling so sick, so disgusted. Before I could do anything the Chief pulled a gun on me. Pointed it right at the back of my head. I didn't realize how I let him slip behind me. Told me to not get any ideas of playing the hero, how they are only immortalized after they die. So I gathered her into my arms. She was so limp, so got damn limp. I had to cradle her neck because it seemed it would snap. I placed her into the hatchback. Climbed back into my car and watched as Mr. Terran handed Chief a black Burberry duffel bag."

"On our way back he told me if I told anyone, that he would see to it that Sam would die and that my career would be over."

"Where did Candy come in at?"

"She called down at the station. I was the one who told her she would have to wait forty eight hours before reporting a missing person. I ended contacting her. In hopes that she could help in some kind of way. Without direct interference from me. "

"We decided to meet up at the mom and pop restaurant that Sam worked at. Told her everything. She told me not to get involved, how that Sam is safe and where she needs to be and will be fine. I wasn't so sure. Especially, after Mr. Terran never openly acknowledged that Sam was currently in his custody."

"So what was the family emergency?"

"Candy came to warn me that a- a certain Detective," a goofy grin widened upon his face, "was close to solving the missing piece of who McCarty was. So I ran."

I looked around, this job never ceased to amaze me. Conducting an interview, in the bathroom, of a suspect's motel room. How is that for excitement.

"What now?" Billy asked as he seated himself on the edge of the tub, tired and relief played over his facial features.

"Well, I'll take this- to the city commissioner,"I inserted my hand inside my coat pocket and withdrew a small tape recorder.

"I'm going to need you to complete an actual written statement as well and mail it to this P.O. box." I tore some toilet paper off the roll and wrote the address on it.

He nodded his head in agreement as he took the flimsy note, from my outstretched hands.

Morgan escorted me out the motel room. Applying gentle pressure to my neck, then letting his hand slide to my lower back. His touch igniting sparks of flames with their slow passing. My throat constricted. My body on its on stiffened, then relaxed as it recognized who was causing the sensations.

He had single handed resurrected my buried pain and desires.