In It To Win It [The Sociopath’s Script 1]

Chapter Two-1

Present Day:

Location: LAPD Headquarters:

The clock had just struck 2:00 in the afternoon. The main bull-pen at the LAPD Headquarters contained about two dozen officers of the law diligently going about their duties to protect and serve.

A couple of cons in the scared-straight program were at the corner assessing the premise; with most of them wondering where their lives had taken a turn for the worst. Some citizens were there to write a statement about something, while some snitches were of course present. An Islamic woman in a black ‘hijab’ covering her face up to her eyes was there to complain about the neighbors pulling all-night parties… needless to say; it was just another typical day at the H.Q.

Out of the blue, a burly officer named Alan Smith was in a tussle with a suspect as he was being transferred from the cell to the interrogation room. All the eyes within the hall were on the two of them. The tall fellow collided with the woman in the hijab and she was sent tumbling to the ground. Her specs slid across the bull-pen as three other officers rushed over to subdue the tall suspect. Within a jiff, the cops were literally jacking the suspect up by his trousers and forcefully ferrying him all the way into the interrogation room.

A kind-hearted officer picked up the woman’s specs and helped her onto her feet with many apologies. The officer noticed how bushy her thick eyebrows were; since her spectacles had covered her eyes before. She was a light-skinned African-American woman.

* * * *

About an hour after the incident involving the African American lady had passed when Agent Tamara Cummings was checking into the police H.Q.

She had just gotten back from a grizzly crime scene which had consumed the better part of her morning. Two suspects had been arrested trying to flee the scene; but a blunder worked against the ‘perps’ and they were apprehended in a massive c*****e; and that subsequently led to the tall blonde-haired suspect who was now in the interrogation room being arrested. There was no need to even cuff the duo as they were unconscious after the car crash which happened close to the crime scene.

Trying to describe what happened before the c*****e transpired is somewhat a hard nut to crack. Calling it a gargantuan miasma of events is still not doing what happened that early morning any justice.

That morning, several suspected criminals were involved in a homicide at a mansion belonging to a local billionaire. When the criminals heard the sirens of approaching cops, two of the suspects tried to escape in an obnoxiously loud and kitted out Range Rover Sport. A collision happened with a patrol car and the airbags in the Range deployed.

Since the airbags were now covering the windscreen, the suspects then attempted to escape by reversing the vehicle into freedom. Push had come to shove and that was the only way to escape. Upon reaching the highway, the Range Rover they were in was rammed from behind by a 5 ton mini-truck.

Agent Tamara Cummings had to remain at the mansion where the homicide happened in order to deal with all the formalities before she came back to the station later on that day.

One of the suspected culprits involved in the accident was in the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) at a local hospital whilst the other one came around and was the one in holding at the LAPD HQ; and that was the tall Caucasian suspect who was now locked up in the interrogation room.

The bloke in the interrogation room wasn’t as injured as the one at the hospital so he would be a necessity in filling in some blanks about an investigation that had taken place for the past five years.

The case encompassed a local crime family that was widely known as ‘The Vincenzo Family’.

Given that they both were the best cops in each of their respective branches of the law, both Agent Tamara Cummings and Officer Alan Smith had been tasked with the duty to bring down the Vincenzo mob. However, that task was proving to be quite the nightmare, especially considering the fact that Tamara Cummings was in the biggest slump she had ever been in since the commencement of her career.

In comparison to her past, Tamara’s work had taken an embarrassing nose-dive. So far, she hadn’t accomplished a single milestone with regards to the Vincenzo Family case. Nevertheless, giving up was never part of her nature. She was the type that was so dedicated that the task would literally kill her if was left unsolved. Her efforts led her to seek the assistance of the most decorated LAPD officer there was; hence she partnered with Officer Alan Smith; a man who shared her enthusiasm about the law and had a working knowledge of the streets.

The two were peas in the pod in terms of character; both were extremely hard-working, smart and had a tendency to never throw in the towel.

Nevertheless, both Agent Tamara Cummings and Officer Alan Smith had been frustrated for the better part of that investigation.

That particular mob family had been so tightly wound that it was impenetrable. Whenever they got close, something mysterious happened and they were shoved back to square one. Never had the duo encountered such a tight-knit syndicate. It was baffling.

Seeing that the gang was ruthless beyond words, no one in their right mind would dare utter a syllable regarding any of those Mafiosi. However, Tamara Cummings got news that the suspect in custody was ready to disclose some info that would help them tackle their quandary in exchange for a deal.

The duo couldn’t squander such an opportunity. No sooner had they heard about it than they rushed to the Headquarters and readied themselves.

* * * *

Agent Tamara Cummings had just emerged from the lavatory at the corner, leaving an audible flush behind her. She was in such a hurry that she was buttoning up the fly to her grey pants suit as she walked; an unlikely behavior for a lady, especially one that was as striking as her. At that point in time, all she cared about was some light to be shed regarding the fiasco she had just arrived from.

She scurried through the lobby towards the interrogation rooms. Running into the corridor she found her partner, Officer Alan Smith. Together they walked towards the viewing room to see the banged up suspect through the one-way mirror on the interrogation room’s wall.

One could see into the interrogation room through the large glass but those within the room couldn’t see out of it through the mirror.

Their suspect/snitch was a 6foot5 tall, skinny male with blonde hair. At that point in time, the suspect had four pieces of medical tape stuck over the scratches on his face, coupled with a red-rimmed teary and engorged left eye.

Agent Tamara Cummings took a look at the tall suspect in the interrogation room through the large window and turned her back to it in order to face her partner, Alan Smith. With enthusiasm in her undertone, she asked the officer, “So… what do we have?”

Bearing a deadpan expression on his mug, Officer Alan Smith answered, “The guy’s called Cornell Simpson… some low-life scum in his mid-30s that relocated here from Brooklyn. Said he wants to shed some light about what happened during the mass homicide at the Grigori Polipovich mansion, all who were connected and those goddamn mobsters.”

Tamara Cummings flippantly reacted, “Oh, look down here, Alan…” She said as she pointed to her crotch. With a childish deportment in her tone, she remarked “…I got a huge lady b***r! Finally, we are getting somewhere with regards to these Vincenzo Family gangsters. Finally, things are getting simpler! Come on, let’s get to it.”

Alan Smith remained pokerfaced as he pointed at the interrogation room over Tamara’s shoulder, “I don’t know about that, Tammy; this guy is a real piece of work! Both you and he have somehow pulled off the perfect montage of private parts! Maybe you can shove that lady-b***r of yours up his bum…”

Tamara Cummings didn’t understand what Alan Smith was droning on about. That was made clear to her when she spun around and peered into the interrogation room via the one-way glass window. She gasped when she saw that the tall suspect had bent over with his pants pulled down to his knees; and his hands were spreading his butt-cheeks wide apart.

The sight of Cornell’s hairy winking anus had startled Tamara and made her gasp. What made it worse was the fact that Cornell had gotten up from the chair in the room and walked to the window so that his anus was only a foot away from the glass. One could clearly see all the way into the abyss. From where she was standing, Tamara was so close that she could probably see digestion occurring within his viscera.

Agent Tamara Cummings exhaled in exasperation and then paced herself towards the interrogation room door, “Argh! The kind of assholes we are forced to deal with as cops on a daily basis! I should have never left the army!”

She opened the door to the clinical-looking room and found Cornell pulling up his pants.

Once inside, she couldn’t help ask a burning query, “Why the hell would you show us that, huh?” Tamara griped.

Cornell was staring at his belt buckle as he replied to the feminine voice he heard, “Oh, sorry about that, Milady. I didn’t know there was a female back there. Had I known then my manners would be on point.” He finally buckled his belt in and raised his different-colored contrasting eyes, only to be well surprised by the good looks of the female cop standing before him.

Upon viewing her flawless natural beauty, Cornell was instantly attracted to her. He couldn’t help himself from tring to attract her attention, “Oh! And what a fine specimen of humanity you are. However, now that I know you saw that back there, I’m guessing it worked in my favor. I am pleased to inform you… that was the most romantic way to wink at you from here… did it work in my favor?” He asked with a smile.

Cornell then walked to the metallic table in the middle of the room, dragged out the metallic chair by it and took a load off. After that, he spun to Officer Alan Smith and continued, “As for you, I showed y’all my asshole because y’all are assholes and like attracts like. Did it look like you were looking into your reflection in the mirror when y’all were staring at my anus?”

Agent Tamara Cummings almost burst out into an uncontrollable snicker upon hearing that; but she curtailed her mirth by blocking it with her palm. She then cleared her throat and asked Cornell, “I was told that you are a good person, Mr. Cornell Simpson. Why would you call my officers assholes?”

With irritation in his tone, Cornell Curtly replied, “Because they are behaving like assholes! I asked for a bloody glass of water and a cigarette over two hours ago and…” Immediately Alan Smith heard that, he exclaimed, “Argh s**t! I thought my colleague already brought you that. I’m sorry, we must have forgotten; but that still doesn’t call for showing us your innards!”

Officer Alan Smith then bolted out leaving Tamara Cummings fumbling in her small clutch bag. She pulled out a small silver case and opened it; retrieving a Dunhill from within. She handed it to Cornell and he tossed it onto his lips. She pulled out a lighter and ignited the fag for him.

He took a long savory drag before exhaling.

Once Tamara knew that Cornell was letting loose comfortably, she reached for the chair opposite him, dragged it out and took a seat. She then warmly smiled as she looked at him. She spoke, “You do know that this will lean highly in your favor when I’m talking to the District Attorney. We’ve never come across anyone that’s willing to even talk to us about these guys, let alone testify against them. However, we found a lot of bodies down there. I mean, it’s like a scene straight out of Nightmare on Elm Street, so it will really help your case with the DA if you start talking and give us as many details as possible. Please start at the beginning, Mr. Simpson. Tell us everything. How did this start? What happened? Please don’t leave out a single detail.”