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Chapter Sixteen - Abused
"FBI! HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" Batista demanded as he had his gun trained on a man standing above a woman who had bruises visible on her face and arms. He wore a red and & black jacket with a white tank-top underneath and faded man quickly let go of the woman's arm and put his hands in the air, a look of shock and surprise played on his face.
"OK! OK! OK! Calm down man! I'm not resisting!"
"Turn around and put your hands behind your head, NOW!" The man obliged and Dave reached into his back pocket and pulled out some handcuffs. He got behind the man and placed the cuffs on his wrist tightly. He then directed the man to sit on a nearby couch while he checked on the female, tears flowing from her eyes and curled up in a fetal position on the floor.
"Ma'am are you alright?" Dave asked, concerned.
"Yeah I'm fine. He didn't hurt me in any way. It's my fault." She got up and began to brush herself off and straighten her messy hair.
"With all due respect that's not what I heard from outside."
"Yeah well you must have heard wrong OK?" The female smiled and walked over to the male and sat down next to him, placing her arm around his shoulder.
"Kevin loves me. He wouldn't hurt me."
"Oh geez" Dave knew what this was. A woman suffering from domestic violence, clearly in denial. He'd seen this before with other victims. It doesn't always end well.
"Look I know what I heard OK? Now someone better tell me the truth now."
"DAVE? DAV—Everything OK?" Lincoln ran into the apartment, out of breath and he hunched over and placed his hands on his knees for support.
"Linc I asked you to wait outside." Dave said annoyed.
"Yeah I know. I just thought you might need my help or something."
"I don't OK? So go back to the car and I'll—"
"This isn't the first time is it?" Lincoln's focus now trained on the couple on the couch.
"You two should mind your own business OK? You heard her, we're fine. Just peachy."
Lincoln stood still and quiet for a moment. "Huh is that so?" Lincoln asked. He began to walk towards Kevin.
"Linc get back here!" Dave demanded, but the younger man ignored him.
"You know something Kevin, you're a douchbag, like BIG time. I'm so sorry you have daddy issues and everything, but taking your anger out on women isn't really a noble thing to do."
"You don't know jack-squat about me prick." Kevin shot back.
"Oh really? Well I see your arm has healed up nicely, you know from when you were 5 years old and your father, Derrick isn't it? Broke it and put you in the hospital for 2 days."
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Kevin stood up and charged at Lincoln, but before he could get close to him a strong pair of hands pushed him back down on the couch.
"STAY DOWN!" Dave growled. "Linc outside NOW!" This time Lincoln did what Dave asked and walked slowly outside the apartment, giving Kevin one last glare of disgust.
"Now Mr. Lansen, we need to have a little chat." Dave grabbed a wooden chair from the small kitchen and spun it around so that the back of the chair was in front of him and pressed his chest into it as he sat down."
"About what?" Asked a pissed Kevin. He shifted in his seat to get relief from the tight cuffs that now dug into his wrists.
"It's about Kathleen Baker, the mother of your children."
"What about that slut? You here to collect child support? I told her ass them aint my kids!"
"No you jackass. She's dead." Kevin face became blank and he paused for a moment.
Dave spoke. "Now, about Kathleen. When was the last time you saw her?"
"I...I um saw her 3 weeks ago. She came over here to uh ask for some money for Oscar's baseball uniform or something."
"You don't even know the name of your son?" Dave asked. His voice became laced with fury.
"Wait um no it's not Oscar. It's um... "
"It's Oliver. Oliver Baker." Dave answered.
"Yeah um that's it. Look don't judge me OK? Kathleen cheated on me during our relationship. I can't believe her when she says them kids is mine, and even if they were mine, I wouldn't be a good father. That black guy was right, me and my daddy had issues. I'm afraid that..." Kevin began to form tears in his eyes, trying desperately to keep them at bay.
"Where were you last night?" Dave asked the weeping man.
"He was with me, here." The woman answered quickly. "Right honey?"
Kevin shook his head "Mickey don't lie for me baby. I was out drinking last night."
"Can anyone vouch for you?"
"Uh...no. I kept my head low. Didn't speak to anyone. Just had my drinks and left."
Dave cleared his throat. "How long were you out?"
"I stayed out all night. Didn't come home til sometime earlier this morning." He shifted in his seat and looked over at Mickey, who began to squirm.
Dave began to dart his eyes back and forth between the couple. "I see...Alright that's all the questions I have for you. Stand up for me please." Dave got up and instructed Kevin to turn around so he could take the handcuffs off. Kevin began to rub at his sore wrist.
"Don't leave town. I might have some more questions for you. By the way ma'am are you sure you don't want to press domestic violence charges?"
"No no. I'm fine." Mickey began to rub her bruised arms and stared down at the floor.
Dave sighed in frustration. "Alright."
Lincoln propped his feet up on the dashboard and began to play with his PDA. He wanted to update his twitter account.
"Domestic Violence, not cool. Not cool at all dears. Keep Safe!"
He smiled. "Excellent post." Lincoln heard footsteps from above. He looked up and saw Dave coming down the stairs towards the SUV. He quickly removed his feet from the dashboard, worried that Dave saw him.
"Hey Davey. Everything OK?" Lincoln asked nervously as Dave entered the vehicle.
"Yeah. Everything's fine." Dave responded weakly.
"Wait so you're not arresting Lansen? What about the clear evidence of domestic battery?!?"
"She's not pressing charges and I can't arrest him if she doesn't press charges." Dave said.
"Great. She's just opening herself up for another beating. I don't get why people put themselves in that position. Just ain't right in my opinion. You know I knew this one girl and she was—"
Dave sighed. "Can you please just stop? I'm not in the mood for one of your stories."
"Fine. Whatever. Anyways what about Kevin? You think he's out guy?" Lincoln asked.
"You tell me. You seemed to know about him more than me."
"What? OH YEAH! I had another vision."
"What exactly did you see?" Dave asked.
The guy was abused as a child. Pretty sad. Anyways I didn't get a killer vibe from him though."
"Yeah well I got a vibe that he is keeping something from us."
"You mean YOU. I was ordered to stay in the car remember?" Lincoln gave Dave an annoyed glare and focus his attention back to his PDA.
"Yeah. Anyways lets head back to Kelencine. I want to get more info on this guy." Dave said as he started up the car.
"You mean the Dollhouse?" Lincoln asked.
Dave rolled his eyes "Yeah, The Dollhouse."
Lincoln smiled.
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