Cassie Blanchard awoke at 3:00 AM the morning of May twentieth. Stanley snored next to her. Wanting something to drink, she pulled out the covers, tiptoed into the hallway. Cassie figured she would snag a beer.She listened to a groaning noise a room across from Stanley’s. Hesitating at the top stair, Cassie twisted glancing toward the hallway end. She spotted a dark shadow facing Stanley’s bedroom door. He wore a dark suit. The figure parted his legs clenched his fists. Cassie could see by the strong masculine shape that the figure appeared a man. She peered further into the dimness.“Who’s there?” she whispered. “Stanley?” No answer.Cassie felt moist fear creeping up on her. Her legs felt like Jell-O. Her knees wobbled, threatening to collapse. She took an unsteady step forgetting how close she moved toward the edge.The man advanced closer. Cassie gasped. As she turned toward the landing, Cassie wasn’t fast enough dodging the intruder’s han
The next day, a meeting involved Druid Hills Headquarters. Logan explained how he broke into the Justice Complex two weeks earlier. He told them how Edwards failed guardianship. Logan’s plan never involved attacking the cop. Then Scarface ordered Logan to execute Edwards later. Things didn’t succeed.The moment arrived to execute the final target at Justice Complex.****Jennifer dropped her best friend Kellie off at home after eleven on the night of June second. They met up for alcohols and dinner at a modern restaurant. A-half-an-hour afterward, Jennifer parked the Ford Taurus by the curb in front of her home, got out, rushing to the porch. She unlocked the screen door, then the main door. Exhaling a deep sigh, she plopped on the sofa. Once inside, she kicked off her silver-glittered heels, stretched out her feet atop of the mirror table, leaning into the soft sofa cushion. “God that feels so good.” She moaned.Soon, Jennifer’s eyelids flutte
Logan returned two hours later to Druid Hills Headquarters. He pulled the black, unmarked van around the building’s rear, cut the motor. He got out, headed toward the back of the van, opening the doubled doors. Its dark interior held a body bag. Ware and Morales rushed out with a stretcher. They slipped it down the ramp exiting the building, pushed it behind the van. Logan stepped aside as the men hauled the body bag onto the stretcher. He followed them wheeling the stretcher inside. Scarface specific orders were not to remove the body organs immediately. He brought them to the headquarters as soon as possible. Ware and Morales pushed the body toward the basement, then through the basement corridor. Into the room where Logan often met Leon, they gathered lifting the bag onto the table. Scarface glanced around the circle, nodding toward Leon. “Unzip the bag.”Jennifer Woods’s body lay inside the bag. She remained battered and conscience. 
On July first, 2001, Max Donovan and Dale Daniels discovered dead in their homes. Victim’s kidneys and liver removed. Justice Complex police department closed its facility. Jennifer’s body battered. They removed her organs and mutilated her head. Revenge toward Jennifer was real. Xavier Robertson used the concealed name Stanley Edwards. It was a great cover up for his misdeeds as one executioner. Xavier Robertson, an American patient under the early care of a psychiatric in Russia, diagnosed with DID, Dissociative Identity Disorder, also went by the name of Logan.Why Bates refused to dig deeper into solving the case of the executioners? Simple.Bates didn’t want to clear up the case catching the criminals. He hired Xavier as the hit man. And to top it off, Jennifer Woods climbed closer to solving the case. She had reasons of suspicious of Stanley Edwards. She ruined the project, shutting her up was their best bet.Stanley Edwards discovered as one
Atlanta, Georgia, December 27, 2000Stanley Edwards walked through Sunset Street. He peered into the sky looking for stars. The moon slipped behind a dark angry cloud. Tree branches embarrassingly naked with frozen icicles on the tips. The air turned brisk. Moist evaporated from his chapped lips. He emitted a heavy breath. Stanley enjoyed the crisp December air crawling into his lungs.Stanley’s body vigorous, he stood six foot tall with an ache in his vertebra. Intensity to scream out, but rubbed the poorer part of his back Stanley hauled his one hundred and seventy pounds down the pavement. At twenty-seven-years-old with short blonde hair spiked up in the top, Stanley’s blue eyes appeared beady. He self-consciously rubbed the long-present scar on the cheek’s left side with his right fist. Then he scratched the mysterious itch in the dimpled of his chin. Stanley’s walk resembled a rigid, military stride. People claimed he mirrored a Russian man and had th
Justice ComplexGary Bates sat in the police officers’ terminal at Justice Complex. He skimmed the room as officer Max Donovan leaned against the file cabinet, referring to the notes of a case gone cold.Glancing across the room, Bates watched Dale Daniels, Walter Newton, and Jennifer Woods with coffees and donuts at their desks. Their stations littered with registers. Bates glared at the three, speculating if they each had something to hide. The detective didn’t trust many people always suspicious of everybody he came into contact with. He even suspected his officers and staff.With a sigh, Bates shifted his hulking frame from the rotating chair, headed to his office. Detective Gary Bates, sprawled in large caps on the door. Upon entering his office, the detective went to the ringing phone, snatched up the receiver, pressed it to his ear.“Hello.”“This is the secretary, just a courtesy call. Detective, I thought you’d like to know if there are any changes to the
Night Shift Edwards picked up his pace as he drew closer to the units. Hanes’s head drooped toward his chest. He locked his eyes. His breath trapped in his throat. Edwards didn’t care. He just needed to pass the units to the surveillance station. Hanes grumbled. The cop almost passed the cell when the convict lifted his head. His eyes snapped open glaring at Edwards from between the metal bars. They appeared bloodshot engrossed with yellow. Hanes spent many years as a heavy drinker just as Lucas Woods. His dark skin showed protruding blue veins bulging from his arms and neck. Stanley paused halfway passing the cell. He narrowed his eyes watching Hanes. His body became rigid. The cop clasped his palms together in face of the devil behind those bars. Hanes stood, shuffling closer. He folded his vast, deformed hands around the metal centers exposing white knuckles. Hanes stared hard, with a low growl in the pit of his throat sounding like a raging animal. Then he
Let’s Talk About Daisy“Yeah, you can leave when I’m finished.”Hanes sat back on the bed, leaning against the white, lumpy cement wall. He drew his knees up toward his chest while resting his chin on the bones. With a distant glance at the cell’s rear Hanes started the story about Daisy. Edwards gave Hanes permission to tell how he met Daisy at a club one night, but never named the place.Daisy was at the bar, two spots down from Hanes, glancing around the crowded dance floor. Hanes said the club jammed with people wandering off beat to the music. “They looked like sweaty couples having sex everywhere.” Hanes laughed. He talked about watching Daisy the entire time staring at her huge breasts two large melons bursting out of the cream, low-cut blouse. She had ordered a Sex on the Beach.He looked long and hard at her full lips wrapped around the straw, sucking the drink. Hanes felt aroused from the red lip gloss.Finally, Daisy looked up saw Hanes watching he