Meltdown

Tommy is driving through town thinking about all the events that have taken place the past few days. 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? Well, is it? He slams his hand on his steering wheel. I guess I should realize by now my life will never be easy for me. That I'm destined to struggle no matter what I choose. Tommy wipes the tears from his cheek. 

He was born prematurely to a drug addicted mom. A mom who was able to kick her habit long enough to regain custody then started sleeping with anything for her next fix. His alcoholic dad was no better, always taking out his anger on whoever was close by. 

Tommy then recalls stealing basic necessities in order to survive. I didn't want to turn to a life of crime, I didn't, but it was either steal or die." 

He thinks back to his recent encounters. Nearly getting killed by his old gang, confronted by the homeowner, and his run-in with the rabid beasts. I have enough money for Jen's operation, but now I have to steal to pay our bills. Why can't something go right for a change, why? He glances towards the sky. Why can't you give me a break, God, why? What do you have against me? What? 

 He hears sirens blaring behind him. Glancing back Tommy sees a cop on his tail. "What did I do wrong?" He quickly wipes his face as he pulls to the side of the road. The cop stopped behind him. "I didn't run a stop sign or anything, did I?" He starts to pull out a stack of papers from his glove box when he notices an officer by his door.

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

Tommy slowly lifts his shaky hands above his head. 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. Shoving him closer. The cop cuffs his hands behind his back.

"What, what did I do? Tommy questions again.

"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 was the reason he was bitten. She says she wants to file a complaint against him and the company and that she plans on suing for damages."

"Damages?"

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

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

"Not necessarily." Smiling, Jeff continues. "His in-laws said they let Tommy and Jen borrow the Honda after Jen had her accident."

"Really, well, let's bring him in for questioning then."

"I'm already on it, sergeant."

"Of course you are." She smiles.

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

"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 says, nervously shifting 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 clicks on the camera. "You read 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 finish installing 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 nervously adds.

"What happened then?"

"This mutt comes out of nowhere and grabs a 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 hospital bill and left."

"What did you do next?"

"I called my boss and told him what happened, he told me to go to the hospital and that he'd meet me there. 

"Did he?" 

"Yes, He told me she's wanting 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 and said the company's insurance will cover my medical bills and reimburse her for everything I broke."

"Your boss advised you not to file a 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 was told."

"So, it's her fault you were bitten?"

"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 attacked me from behind."

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 neighbor, Linda, will tell you I was still asleep when she came in to watch my boys. I was so tired that I forgot to set the alarm last night."

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 takes another sip.

"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'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's 32 and owns a Honda."

"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. "We have another suspect in room two."

"Keep me in the loop."

"I will." 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."

"That puts a twist on things. Do we still have the fingerprint from the window?"

"I believe so."

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

"Yes, sergeant."