The Long Year, Part 2

The Long Year, Part 2 The Long Year, Part 2

Status: Finished

Genre: Mystery and Crime

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Status: Finished

Genre: Mystery and Crime

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Rated for Adults only. Offensive language and violence.

Summary

Rated for Adults only. Offensive language and violence.

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Submitted: July 03, 2010

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Submitted: July 03, 2010

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Two months have passed since Ricardo "Shotgun" Ramirez was caught. Still hasn't said anything except that he only answers to the Composer. I've been visiting these past months to try and get something out of him. No progress. Just sits there and says the same thing over again. The Composer. Who are you? It's November. Ramirez's wife is here visiting him. Francesca Ramirez. Before she entered the interrogation room, we asked her to try and get information from him, anything useful to help us with Elroy and maybe even Zero. I wait patiently outside the room, going over in my head what we do know so far. Lombardi, Ramirez, and Zero all worked together to murder the detective, apparently hired by the Composer. But why? Why did the Composer want Elroy dead? Obviously it had to be personal. Hopefully all will be answered in time...

Mrs. Ramirez walks out of the interrogation room, pale and sad. "What did he say, Mrs. Ramirez?" I ask her, sitting her down on a chair in the hallway outside of the room. "I just want my husband back..." She says, in a tone of sadness and despair, dabbing her tear-soaked eyes with a handkerchief. "You will ma'am, we just need to know what he told you first. Anything about detective James Elroy? Zero? Even the Composer?" My heart beats faster as I wait for her response. One step closer to solving this mystery. "He...he said he only answers to the Composer...and...and Zero, yeah, he said Zero is currently in the city...he also said that the detective had it coming..." She burst into tears. Zero, in New York? Why would he still be here? Maybe the Composer needs him to murder more people. And why did Elroy have that terrible torture coming to him? The best cop I ever knew. Hopefully all will be answered in time...

...Christmas Eve in New York City. I'm at home, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. Very comfortable, very relaxing. Still, my mind is racing over this whole mess. Lombardi dead, Ramirez behind bars, and Zero and the Composer still at large. Just when I thought it couldn't get any more frustrating, my phone rings. Francesca Ramirez is found dead in her home, Ricardo Ramirez dead in the prison showers. Strangled. First Lombardi, now both Ramirezes. But why is it we've heard nothing of Zero? Could he be the one killing them off? Could he be the Composer's right-hand man? He could even be the Composer for all we know. How could a man with such popularity remain shrouded in mystery? Zero and the Composer? But then again, Zero is Yakuza. He could be any of those Jap bastards. I need to look into it more. Chinatown? No, why would a Japanese man be there? The docks. If there's one place dirty little Asian gangsters go, it's the docks...

...I walk by a group of dirt-bag looking teenagers, giving me looks of unwelcome. "Stupid ass koppusu." I assume that means cop. I smile and nod at the little shit that tried to insult me. If I'm unwelcome, then these hoodlums would have no problem getting nervous when asked about serious killers like Zero, if they know anything about who he is. If they stutter or hesitate, I'll know they know something I don't. "Excuse me fellas, I'm looking for a friend of mine. Goes by the name Zero. Heard of him?" That's right. The one who called me out looks at me, the ground, then back at me. "Oroka na hito, who the hell do you think you are, eh? Fuckin' koppusu. Don't come around here expectin' us to know shit about the damn mob. Ain't nobody here that don't know who Zero is. You lucky you alive for even askin' for him. I should- Ah!" I punch him in the stomach, grab his arm, and put it behind his back. "Listen you little shit, just tell me where I need to go to find him, before I break it. Got it?" He nods. He wants to hit me with everything he possibly has. He won't. He's not a "hard ass" like all those other gangsters. I saw the fear in his eyes when I said the name Zero. "The boat at the very end of the dock. The Jiyu. The password is Sakkyoku-ka. It means composer. And look, if they ask, I didn't tell you shit, right?" The password to get onto the boat is composer in Japanese. Coincidence? Hell no. Finally Zero can give me the answers I need.


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