I bought a pair of tight black calfskin gloves, thin, and supple, what they call ‘Burglar’s Gloves’ in my part of the world. I asked Judy the way to Bobby Czyzyck’s home, I had something to ask him, and I was determined to get some answers. Judy offered to drive me there, curious as to what I wanted with that little weasel.
When he answered the door, he went the colour of old yoghurt as the blood drained from his face. He tried to slam the door, but I had my foot there, and it was easy to reach in there and yank him out. He was nearly gibbering with fear as I held him against the wall, my gloved fist around his scrawny neck; good; just the place I wanted him to be.
“Bobby,” I said, in a friendly, even tone, “do you remember when I said that if I showed up on your doorstep, it would be because you did something to bring me there? You’ve been a bad boy, Bobby, I know what you did to Ashley Lowry, and now I’m going to take you for a little drive a long way from anywhere, and I’m going to hurt you lots and lots. Man-up Bobby, it’s time to pay!”
The pathetic little maggot was nearly crying with fear, but I wasn’t finished with him just yet. I cuffed him a couple of times to get his full attention, although what I really felt like doing was chaining him to the rear bumper and dragging him a few miles at 40mph.
“I’m giving you a choice, Bobby; you can talk to the police, or you can talk to me, in a forest clearing a long way from anyone who can hear you scream. Now what do you want to do; talk to me, or spill your pathetic guts to the law? You have until I count to five, then you’re just a distant memory. One…!”
No, I wasn’t going to hurt him; I told you before, I’m a pacifist motor-mac, not a mafia enforcer, but after reading those emails, I didn’t feel like asking him nicely for his cooperation. What he did have was a deep and abiding fear of me, and now it was time to build on that, turn the screw a little more. It was his good fortune that I was nothing like the man my father was; if it had been him here, right now, Bobby would just be a pile of anonymous body parts in a garbage sack; I was definitely the soft option here…
“Don’t… please… don’t…!” he stuttered, “I’ll go with you!”, which was all I wanted to hear, because I damn sure didn’t want to be charged with kidnapping this disgusting little weevil. I led him to the car and shoved him in the back seat, then climbed in next to him, my hand holding him tightly by the scruff of his neck in case he decided to try and bail out of the car once we were on our way.
Judy watched all this in silence until we were in the car, and then turned to me.
“OK Nicky, what’s this about, and where are we taking this smelly retard?”
I gathered my thoughts, emphasising my points with a finger tap on his scrawny neck each time, and he jumped like he’d been branded each time I did it, all the proof I needed of his involvement in brutalising my girl.
“You remember Ashley told you about the emails from England, about the rape, and the plot my pig’s prick of a father set in motion? Well Judy Nixon, I’d like to introduce you to Bobby Czyzyck, rapist and scumbag, and soon to be convicted felon; he’s going to confess, aren’t you, Bobby?” I grinned at him, and his eyes rolled up in their sockets as his fear of me overwhelmed him. “Remember, Bobby, if you don’t confess, if you try and run, I’ll find you in whatever pit you lie low in, and I will drag you into the daylight, and I will fucking chop you up with a chainsaw, are you hearing me?”
Oh I was enjoying playing the heavy! Of the three fights I’d had in my life, I’d lost two, and one of those was to a girl, although, in my defence I was only six, and she was nine, and built like a brick shithouse…
Here and now, I had no intention whatsoever of hurting the little kerb-sniffer, but he didn’t know that; all he knew was the scary psycho who’d given him a slapping was back, angry, and out for blood, and he was alone in a car with him and a girl who’d gladly watch him being fed to the hogs. Time to turn up the heat.
“Actually, Judy, on reflection, I think our creepy little friend here might try and wriggle out of our deal; there’s no guarantee they’ll believe him, and he might try claiming he was coerced into confessing. What do you think?”
Judy picked up on what I was doing right away, smart girl.
“I think you’re right, Nick, he could do a deal and never actually do any time at all. I think you’d get more justice if you just took him somewhere in the deep woods, cut him a little to make him bleed, and tied him to a tree so the bears and wolverines and weasels and other fucking vermin can finish him off!”
Bobby was bug-eyed with fright now; hell, so was I; Judy looked like the Angel of Vengeance, and she looked at him like he was already dead. Any doubts he may have been harbouring about our sincerity dissipated as he started blubbering and begging us not to hurt him, and pomising in exchange for not hurting him that he’d tell everything.
That was what I wanted to hear, so Judy got on the phone and called the police, telling them that someone wanted to confess to a rape. A detective in the Special Victims Unit talked with Judy, and asked her to bring her ‘friend’ (as she described him) to Arch Street police station, where the SVU was based.
I took a moment to remind Bobby that I would be waiting for him if he walked out of that police station under his own power, and that he could run, but I’d be right behind him every day of his life until he dropped dead or gave up. I think I can safely say, with no fear of contradiction, Bobby would happily have climbed into the tiger enclosure at London Zoo and kicked one of them in the nuts rather than cross me right there and then.
When we arrived at Arch Street, the SVU detective, a tall black woman named Shauna asked Bobby if he understood why he was being questioned, and did he want anybody to be with him, a lawyer, or his parents. He looked nervously at Judy and me, and shook his head, stating that he wanted to talk about the rape of Ashley Lowry.
We waited while Shauna and another SVU detective questioned Bobby in the captain’s office, then I saw him being beckoned upright, turned around, and have his hands cuffed behind him while Shauna spoke to him; I’d seen enough cop shows to realise he was being given Miranda, so the little snot was under arrest. Shauna stuck her head out and gestured for both of us to be seated before opening the door and leading Bobby to a holding cell, presumably until his lawyer arrived.
Shauna came back to the desk we were waiting at and sat down, tapping her keyboard. Finally she looked up at me.
“So tell me,” she began, “why did Robert Czyzyck confess his part in the Lowry case, and what exactly is your connection to both of them?”
I explained my relationship with Ashley, and the story of how I’d come to America, and the documents we’d received the previous day that we’d passed to the FBI. I gave her the name of the Agent I’d spoken to, and suggested that perhaps she could get a more balanced and in-depth view from him. Shauna snorted.
“The feds will share exactly as much as they feel like sharing, when they feel like sharing it, and if this case involves foreign nationals on their home soil, well, it’s not our jurisdiction and they’ll tell us to keep our noses out of it. What I can do is put in a request for Agent Walker to brief me on the aspects of their investigation that involve the Lowry case, and just how Czyzyck is involved; he’s admitting he was there, but he denies the act; he says it was someone else. That in itself is immaterial; accessory to or facilitating a rape is still a felony violation of Section 130 of the State Penal Code, so he’s equally as guilty in the eyes of the law.”
Just then her male colleague came over and had a brief whispered conversation with her, then went over to another desk and pulled a gun and his badge out of the top drawer.
“We just got lucky,” stated Shauna, “your friend in there just gave us the alleged rapist’s name and address. My team member is on his way now to make the arrest; there’s no further need for you to remain here, we have your contact information if we need to talk to you any further. Thank you for all your assistance, we’ll keep you posted on the progress of the case.”
At last, Ashley was going to get some justice for what had happened to her. I still wanted my father yanked over the pond and stuffed in a hell-hole prison for what I was sure he’d done to Barbara, but Judy pointed out that there would have to be all kinds of negotiations before the US Government could grab him and try him. We’d have to settle for what we could get right now; the mills of God etc.
Judy dropped me at home but declined to come in; she had a date, with the young technician, Leon, so she wanted to get ready.
“See Nick, I’m over you already!” she grinned, before blowing me a kiss and beeping the horn as she pulled away.
When I went in, Ashley was watching TV wearing a long t-shirt, but something about the way she moved told me she was naked under there, so I formulated a cunning plan to confirm it. I sat next to her and slid her onto my lap, having a surreptitious feel while I was doing that; yep, I was right.
“Hi baby, wanna fool around?” she leered happily at me, and my cock started limbering up.
“Of course, my angel, you know me!” I grinned, standing up with her in my arms and heading for the corridor.
Once we were in our room, I wasted no time in stripping off and joining her on the bed. She was looking particularly appealing right now, probably because I’d come so close to losing her, and all I wanted to do was hold her close (and ravage her, of course, give me time…)
Before we started anything, though, Ashley propped herself up on one elbow and looked searchingly at me.
“OK, Nicky, what’s going on?”
I told her all that had happened since I left at Midday, about grabbing Bobby and ‘persuading’ him to confess to what he’d done. Ashley looked puzzled at that.