Melt Down

Tommy is driving through town thinking about all the events that have taken place the past few days, Nearly losing Jen and the baby, almost being caught, then being fired from the only legitimate job he's ever known. All I've ever wanted is to have a quiet, easy life taking care of my wife and kids. That's not too much to ask, is it? He slams his hand on his steering wheel. I should realize by now that I'm destined for a hard life no matter what path I take. Tommy wipes the moisture from his cheek.

He came into this world as a twenty-six-week-old premie, addicted to drugs. His mom was able to kick her habit just long enough to get Family Services off their backs. She disappeared shortly after, leaving him with his abusive drunk of a dad. Things were rocky in the beginning being escorted from one sitter to the next. Never knowing what was coming next. At least I was being taken care of. The care giving stopped forcing him to earn his keep at the ripe old age of ten. He glances towards the sky. Why can't you give me a break? God, why? What do you have against me? He dries his teary face again.

Tommy suddenly recalls the turmoil he went through as a child. How he had to steal to survive. I didn't want to turn to a life of crime. I really didn't, but what other choice did I have? Now I have to go back to that just to pay the bills. I'm no better off than I was back in the day. Why can't something go right for a change? Why? He hears sirens blaring behind him. Glancing back, Tommy sees a cop on his tail. "What did I do wrong?" Wiping his tear-streaked face, he pulls to the side of the road. The cruiser pulls in behind him. "I wasn't speeding, was I?" he questions, reaching for his glove box. He starts to pull out a stack of papers when he notices a cop on either side of the car. He then sees that they both have their gun's drawn. This is more than a routine traffic stop. He gulps.

"Hands above your head, nice and slow." The officer instructs.

Tommy stares at him curiously, uncertain of what's going on.

"Do it now," the officer says.

Tommy notices his knapsack on the backseat when he straightens up. I thought Hernandez said he was going to get rid of it for me. There's blood splatter across the top and a little coke along the bottom. Both of which would tie him to to the house.

His door flies open. A second officer reaches in and pulls Tommy to his feet.

"What... What did I do, officer?"

The officer spins him around to where he's facing the car. Pushing him against the frame, the cop secures the handcuffs on his wrists.

"What...What did I do?" Tommy repeats.

"You're under arrest for murder."

"Murder? But I..."

"You have the right to remain silent...." The officer begins.

***

Hanging up the phone, Jerry turns towards Rachel. "Sergeant, the lady said the dog bite did take place at her house, and Tommy's snooping around was the reason he was bitten. She says she wants to file a complaint against him and the company, and she plans on suing for damages."

"What damage?"

"Evidently, he fell into a bookcase, breaking a lot of expensive keepsakes."

"Looks like we're back to square one on our robbery case."

"Not necessarily." Smiling, Jerry continues. "His in-laws said they let Tommy and Jen borrow the Honda when their car broke down."

"Really, well, bring him in for questioning then."

"I'm already on it, sergeant."

"Of course you are." She laughs.

Hearing a commotion in the hallway, Rachel glances towards the door. She sees a handcuffed suspect being escorted across the room.

"There he is now." Jerry smiles.

"Where do you want him, Sergeant?" an officer asks.

"Take him to room one; I'll be right there." She turns towards her detective. "Jerry, I want you to watch Tommy's reactions; let me know what you think."

"Sure thing, sergeant."

Stepping into the room, Rachel walks over to her suspect.

"You know why you're here, right?"

"Yeah, the customer claims I purposely broke her stuff." Tommy nervously shifts in his chair.

Rachel starts to correct him but decides he'll be less guarded about what she really wants to know if he thinks the interrogation is about something else. Reaching over, she turns on the camera. "The officer read you your Miranda rights, correct?"

"Yeah."

"Do you understand them?"

"Yes."

"Good, start at the beginning and tell me what happened today?"

Taking a deep breath, Tommy anxiously begins. "I went into the lady's house to install her satellite. When I was done in the front room, I headed to her den. Most rich folks have a TV in every room, you know." He adds, hoping to make his story sound more legit.

"What happened then?"

"This mutt comes out of nowhere and grabs hold of my leg. I try to shake the dog off. I lose my balance and fall into the shelf. The lady storms in and orders me out of her house."

"Where was Mrs. Pearson when the dog attacked you?"

"The kitchen, I think."

"So, what happened next?"

"I told her she's paying for my medical expenses and left."

"Where did you go next?"

"I went to the hospital. My boss called to say he'd meet me there. He told me she wants to file a lawsuit against me for all the broken items. He also said she threatened to report us to the FCC, PUC, and the Better Business Bureau if I press charges. My boss advised me not to pursue the matter, said the company's insurance would cover my medical bills and reimburse her for everything I broke."

"Your boss advised you not to file a formal complaint?"

"He said it'd be in everyone's best interest if I let it go. This whole mess wouldn't have happened if she'd put her dog up like she's supposed to."

"So, it's her fault her dog bit you?

"I didn't ask that mutt to bite me."

"You didn't do anything to antagonize her dog?"

"No, I was looking for a TV when her beast came after me."

Now for the important questions. She leans in closer. "What time did you arrive at the house?"

"It was a little before eight."

"Where were you earlier this morning, say between four and seven?"

He gives her an inquisitive look. "I was at home in bed, of course."

"Can anyone verify your whereabouts?"

"My children can, and my neighbor, Linda, will tell you I was still asleep when she came in to watch my boys this morning."

Rachel hands him her notebook. "Write her number down for me, please." Tommy does as he's told. Rachel grabs the paper off the table. "I'll be back in a minute. Would you like something to drink?"

"A soda would be nice."

"I'll see what I can do." Rachel steps into the hall. "What do you think, Jerry?"

"I think he's telling the truth."

"I do too, but I want to call his boss and Linda to confirm what he said."

"I'll get him a pop, sergeant."

Tommy is sipping his soda when Rachel returns."I see you have your drink."

"Yeah, thank you." He drains the can. "It's a scorcher of a day."

"I talked to your boss, and he confirmed what you told me about the threats. Linda said you were asleep when she arrived. So, I called Mrs. Pearson and explained the consequences of not keeping her dogs secure, and she decided not to pursue the matter any further."

"I'm free to go?"

"Yes."

"Thank you, Sergeant," he says, darting out of the room.

Kirk pops his head through the door. "We have James Cornell in interrogation room two."

"James Cornell?"

"He fits the description and owns a Honda Accord."

"Did you ask if he has an alibi?"

"He said he was at home alone."

"Can any of the neighbors collaborate his story?"

"We're still looking into it."

"Ok, make him comfortable I'll be right there." Walking over to the captain's office, she knocks on the door.

"Captain, I wanted to let you know that Tommy isn't good for this, and Mrs. Pearson decided she didn't want to press charges against him."

"What changed her mind?"

"I advised her about a possible countersuit because she didn't keep her dog caged."

"I'm glad you straightened all of it out."

"We have another suspect in room two."

"I'll be right there." Hearing a knock on the door, they both turn around.

"Captain, Sergeant, I talked to one of Tommy's neighbors. He claims he saw Tommy leave around four this morning. Said he didn't return home until almost seven."

"Do we still have the fingerprint from the window seal?"

"I believe so."

"Take prints from Tommy's pop can and compare it to the one from the house."

"Yes, sergeant."