Cedar Point Police Press Release

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It is with relief that we are able to inform the public that David Leonard Martin has finally been apprehended. He has been wanted since June 28^th, 2015 for his participation in a robbery and aggravated assault in Richmond, BC. He was sighted in Cedar Point in August and subsequently became an accomplice in an armed robbery and assault at Chen’s Supermarket. Before he was apprehended he committed a third aggravated assault in the Kingfisher lighthouse where it is believed he was in hiding since the incident at Chen’s. Martin will be held in Cedar Point until he is transferred to the British Columbia Penitentiary to reside an await trials. The Cedar Point Police Department thanks the residents for their patience and cooperation during this stressful time.

Leads Part 5

If you are tuning in on part 5, please go back and read 1-4 first. This is the last post in this series and will make no sense without the others.

Tamela watched as Angie wired Megan’s phone to connect through a tracking device. Angie then connected it to the GPS service and the computer and sat down across from Megan. It was time to find David Leonard Martin.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

Tamela and her sister had been avoiding eye contact the whole time Megan had been in for questioning and at this moment their gazes finally met. Megan’s eyes filled with tears.

“I’m so sorry I got involved with this guy. I’m so fucking stupid.”

Tamela sighed, visibly softening “No you’re not. How could you know it was this bad from a one night stand? I won’t let him near you Meg. You just need to send a text and see if he’s still got the phone.”

The Chief approached flanked by Officer Yamada and Constable Nault. The three men and Tamela were ready to pursue any signal the trace revealed.

Megan nodded, sniffing a bit and then tapped away at her phone.

The words came across Angie’s screen as she typed them.

Hey Stranger. Wanna hook up again?

Megan shrugged and smiled a bit “I figure that might get his attention more than a hello.”

His reply buzzed on the phone and side scrolled across the screen.

Back for more already? Tell your friends about me?

Megan pursed her lips and then started typing again. A blinking red dot began triangulating on the GPS. Angie, Tamela and the Chief leaned in and stared at it intensely.

Oh yeah baby. They said it sounded hot. Can I see you again tonight?

Megan stared at the screen as her words finished scrolling by “Ugh. I don’t even feel an ounce of attraction to him right now.”

The trace beeped and the dot came completely into focus. The mobile device was showing clearly to be at the end of Beacon Hill Road.

“The lighthouse! Go! No sirens. If he hears us he’ll bolt.” Callahan barked “Nault with me. Yamada, Douglas, follow us.”

The commanded officers rapidly dispersed. Tamela hung back for a second and unexpectedly hugged Megan “You did good kid.” Megan started to tear up again and Angie patted her hand as Tamela raced out the door after Ryan.

Ryan was already in the driver’s seat raring to go so Tamela lept into the passenger seat and slid her seatbelt on as he backed up. Her phone dinged at her and since they were the second cruiser she dared a look at it, intending to answer whomever it was later. Her eyes went wide as she saw Anna’s text and she called out “No!” in a voice of total distress.

Ryan glanced at her sideways for a second “What?”

Tamela looked stricken and texted back quickly but in her haste didn’t realize she hadn’t hit send “Anna’s in the lighthouse….”

“Dammit!” Ryan muttered and then picked up the radio “Yamada to Callahan…we have a civilian in range of the assailant.”

“Acknowledged.” was the reply. They sped on through the town, flashing the lights silently through the intersection of Main and Galley.

The first cruiser stopped on an angle with a small screech with the second sliding up behind more carefully. Callahan was glaring at Nault for his noisy stop. Tamela looked down at her phone for anything else from Anna and then silently cursed and finally hit send.

The officers surrounded the door, two on each side and then quietly opened it. Nault entered first and tripped over a female figure sprawled on the floor. He landed with a thud and then looked at the fallen woman “Oh god…”

Tamela stepped over Anna and pushed past Nault, her breath catching in her throat. She kneeled down to check for a pulse. Callahan looked at Anna and Tamela painfully and then snapped back into command. He smacked Nault in the side of the head and then gestured at him and Ryan and whispered “Fan out.” before taking off into the museum gallery. Ryan shuddered as he looked at Anna but then nodded and slipped back out the door to check the perimeter of the building.

Nault went behind the counter and into the residence. A moment later he yelled “Chief!” at the top of his lungs.

Callahan dashed back in from the gallery and muttered “Fucking nimrod.” Before going to see what had been discovered.

Tamela found a pulse and exhaled smoothing her friend’s hair. Anna’s head was laying a small pool of blood that streamed from her nose. She looked around for anything to slow the bleeding. The gift shop had those tiny little packets of tissue and Tamela grabbed 6 of them. The paddle was right beside her so it was easy to deduce what he had hit her with. Tamela carefully put Anna in the recovery position to reduce the risk of airway obstruction.

Tamela heard a clatter of footsteps down a long flight of stairs and frowned in momentary confusion. Callahan ran back out “There’s a tunnel under this place. I radioed Yamada to get in here and follow us. Stay with her. Call for paramedics.”

Tamela nodded and pulled out her phone. Anna was stirring slightly after being moved. Her moans and movements were weak but fitful. Callahan’s boots thudded down a long flight of stairs and faded away.

Ryan stepped in from outside “Where’s the tunnel?”

Tamela pointed with one hand while holding her phone with the other “Though that door somewhere.”

A 911 operator chimed in on Tamela’s phone “911. How can I help you?”

Ryan started for the door and then hesitated and spun back to face Tamela “I know where it comes out….by the school….my Grandpa…long story….” He tore back through the front door and jumped into the cruiser.

Tamela listened to Ryan, momentarily distracted by him. The operator spoke again.

“Hello, are you still there?”

“Yes, sorry. This is Officer Tamela Douglas of the Cedar Point Police. I have an assault victim who’s had trauma to the face with a blunt object and is bleeding heavily.”

Tamela heard the engine start and then the decent of the vehicle away and down the hill.

“Is the victim breathing?”

“Yes, she’s breathing and has a strong pulse. She’s semi conscious but not in a good way. We’re at the end of Beacon Hill road. It’s a lighthouse. This is in Cedar Point in Kingfisher Bay.”

“We have your location Officer. An ambulance has been dispatched. Please stay with the victim until it arrives.”

Tamela stifled a small sob “Don’t worry. I will.”

A few minutes passed as Tamela spoke soothingly to Anna. She was waking more and more but as she did, her awareness of pain also increased. Tamela lay down beside her friend and held her hand. Her radio crackled at her shoulder and then came the words that gave both Tamela and Anna a moment of comfort. It was a brief transmission from the chief.

“We got him.” 

Leads Part 4

Anna shifted her bike into gear and pressed her feet into the pedals of her bike, easily getting a nice momentum going as she rode up and around the corner of Galley Crescent. The sun was low in the sky in the early part of Saturday evening and it was still a beautiful fall day. She turned left at Main Street and then into the parking lot of Chen’s Supermarket. She was locking up her bike when she felt her phone buzz in her jeans pocket with a text. Anna was someone who frequently had her phone on silent.

It was from Stephanie asking her to go for a drink tonight. She smiled and was about to type back and then laughed at herself and looked towards Sakura’s. It seemed silly to text back and forth about times when they were a parking lot’s distance apart. Anna hiked her backpack up higher on her shoulders and walked over to the restaurant. Stephanie beamed when she saw her come in. She was carrying a board full of sushi from the kitchen towards a table of 4.

“I just have to drop this off and take one last order. Is that a yes then?”

Anna laughed “Yeah. But I want to drop off my Dad’s mail first so I can just have a chill out day tomorrow after the brunch.”

Stephanie turned and stopped momentarily “Meet back here then? How about the Black Hole? I feel like dancing. Tristan’s sleeping over at my folks.”

“That sounds good.” Anna was about to reach for the door when she noticed Garrett waving at her. After he caught her eye he gestured for her to come towards the kitchen. Anna smiled and obliged. Garrett was a dear friend as well. He was in the process of massaging octopus to prep it for use. It was simultaneously fascinating and revolting to observe.

Anna turned up her nose a bit and said “That could be sexy if it wasn’t so gross.”

Garrett chuckled “I know right. Hey listen, remember high school?”

Anna gave him a tongue in cheek look and then said “Uh…can you be more specific?”

Garrett looked a bit embarrassed “Sorry grad, your grad.”

Anna grinned “Yeah you were my date. You bailed me out like a boss after Josh dumped me.”

Garrett smirked “I know. It’s my reunion next month. I was wondering if you would consider returning that favour and be my plus one? As friends of course…” he added quickly.

Anna felt her cheeks go unexpectedly warm “Yeah that would be fun. But don’t let me distract you from your date tonight.” She gestured at the octopus tentacle he was still pummeling.

Garrett laughed “Yeah this one’s putty in my hands. I’ll text you the details.”

Anna nodded “K Cheers” and left to head to Chen’s for the mail.

Michael Chen was at the till as she walked by and she greeted him with the intention not to stare. She was sure he had enough stares after the assault and robbery. She noticed he still had a small cut on the side of his face.

Anna emptied the mail box and added it to the pile in her backpack from the other day. She waved to Michael on the way out and then exited and unlocked her bike.

A small hand tugged on her sleeve as she was doing so and she jumped a bit and then beamed at her niece “Rosalee! You spooked me!”

Rosalee was Lee’s 6 year old daughter with wide blue eyes and shoulder length thick black hair. She threw her arms around Anna and said “Auntie we’re going for ice cream. Will you come too?”

Anna hugged her niece back and looked around. Sure enough her brother was trailing behind a bit from the direction of the school playground. She waved at him and he returned it cheerfully.

“Sorry Sweetie, not tonight. I’ve got other plans but next time OK?”

Lee caught up and Rosalee ran and took his hand “OK. Come on Daddy! Ice Cream time!”

Lee chuckled “Sugar before bedtime. Don’t tell Grandma or we’ll both be in trouble.” He gave Anna a knowing look and she laughed.

“Have fun!”

She took off on her bike pedalling hard up the hill, arriving a bit breathless at the top. She had regained both her breath and momentum by the time she reached the lighthouse. Easing the bike against the building she took out her key and unlocked the door. The sun was almost ready to take its dip into the sea.

Anna crossed the floor to behind the museum front desk to reach the door of her father’s residence. She noticed a bit of mud on the floor just in front of it and frowned at it. She was sure she hadn’t tracked it from the small amount she noticed by the dining table earlier in the week. In fact there was far too much of it for it to even be a possibility. Hesitating for a moment she thought. Maybe it was an animal that got it. But an animal wouldn’t open and shut a door. Her father had just texted her a picture yesterday from Manitou Alberta. There was no way he was back yet. It wasn’t Lee because she’d just seen him and Rosalee.

A chilling thought crossed her mind based on all the recent news.

Anna backed up very quietly from the door, trying to decide what to do next.

Suddenly there was an electronic chime from the other room like the kind some phones make when there’s alert of a text. She heard a cough afterwards followed by the unmistakable sound of footsteps.

Anna froze in terror for a moment and then her eyes darted around the entrance and the museum. Silently she tiptoed into the first exhibit room and eased her pack to the floor. She went to the Salish canoe display and picked up the formidable paddle.

The occupant of the next room got another text.

Text? Text! Text Tamela! She thought suddenly. As quietly as she could she pulled out her phone.

Tams, I’m at the lighthouse. I think that Martin guy might be in here. Help.

And now to stay hidden and hope the guy didn’t leave the other room. She backed herself up against the wall hugging the paddle to her and trying to hardly even breathe. Stupidly, she adjusted her stance and shifted her weight from one foot to the other finding the creakiest floorboard known to existence.

The door opened. Anna winced, now as motionless as a statue. The footsteps now went directly past the doorway where she was hidden and to the front door.

Her bike! Oh shit, her bike was right there.

The footsteps approached rapidly. She clenched her jaw and gripped the paddle like a baseball bat. Anna had never hit anyone in her life. She really hoped it didn’t come to that.

And there he was. David Leonard Martin, a perfect match for his poster.

Do not approach it had said. There were no instructions for if he approached you.

He walked towards her with a slow growing smile “Whatcha gonna do there sweethart?” His left eye twitched and it somehow increased his menace.

“Please leave me alone.” Anna blurted out between terrified rasping breaths.

Martin eyed her as if sizing her up and then lunged at her reaching out to grab the paddle. Anna swung wildly at him but he was surprisingly agile. He dodged the blows and then got in between the paddle and her outstretched arms on one side of her instantly wrapping his hands around her throat. She dropped the paddle and started trying to pull his hands away. It was a futile exercise. His grip was too strong and she was soon beginning to fight for air, her face turning red and her eyes watering. She tried to think through her panic. On a chance she turned the rest of her body to meet the angle of his and brought her kneecap to his groin. It wasn’t hard enough to completely incapacitate him since the choking had weakened her but he let go enough for her to push him back. She attempted to run for the door, moving slower than she’d wish to because of still getting her breath. She was coughing heavily as she reached the handle, having lost sight of Martin. Anna looked back for a millisecond to see if he was behind her and came face to face with the paddle as he swung at it her full force. She heard a crack and everything went hazy. The pain was dizzying. There was the sensation of warm liquid streaming from her nose across her lips. She tasted blood in her mouth and whimpered inaudibly as her body met with the floor and the whole world faded to black.

The sound of a car driving fast and breaking with small screech could be heard outside as Martin’s footsteps retreated back into the residence. Anna’s phone buzzed in her pocket with a reply from Tamela.

“Run. Get the fuck out right now. We’re coming for him.”

Leads Part 3 - Contains Mature Content

WARNING: This particular post is more for mature audiences. It contains a mild amount of adult content and a link to a photo that is sexually graphic. If you only wish to read my more PG posts, then by all means skip it.

Ryan Yamada stopped in front of the door to The Black Hole and took a deep breath in through his nose. As he exhaled through his mouth he pushed it open. There was a burly bearded bouncer at the coat check who coughed as a greeting and then nodded towards the entrance to the bar itself.  It was still quite early in the evening so there was more staff than patrons. The proprietor, Jack Douglas was nowhere to be seen but the bar waitresses were gathered at the far end of the bar talking and giggling. Megan Douglas was in the middle of the trio of ladies and gave Ryan a flirty smile and wave. The two had been friends in school and he was sure she was just having fun with him.

“Officer Yamada, are you here on business…or pleasure?” The two other waitresses dissolved into giggles again.

Ryan smiled awkwardly “Miss Douglas, Can I speak to you in private please?”

Megan had been standing with a bar towel slung over one shoulder and she whirled it around and then threw it to her coworkers like a bridal bouquet leaning back after she started walking and mouthing “Miss Douglas!”

The other waitresses whispered among themselves as they unloaded a rack of bar glasses from a dish rack. Ryan ushered Megan to the side door by the stage where no one was nearby. He pulled an iPad from under his arm and clicked to a picture of David Leonard Martin.

“Megan I'm really sorry I have to do this to you. Do you know this man?”

Megan’s smile fell and she pursed her lips before replying quietly “Yep. Well kinda.”

Ryan put the device back under his arm “You know we’re looking for him right? Have you seen the news?”

Megan swallowed and focussed on one of the unlit spotlights and then cast her gaze down and nodded.

“A witness reported seeing you and him spending time together here. We need you to come down to the station and answer a few questions. We can go out this back door here so you don’t have to walk across the whole room with me.” Ryan’s expression was kind. He knew how fast gossip caught fire in this town and walking by it in progress was never fun.

Megan nodded again and wordlessly pushed the door open. Ryan followed her and then kept pace as they walked to the station quietly.

When they entered the station Ryan saw Tamela walking casually toward the front desk. Upon seeing it was her sister she turned back around and went the other way. Ryan noticed Megan’s shoulders roll forward as she slumped a bit. He quickly moved her though the room to the doorway to the interrogation area. Her eyes went wide as she saw the cells but then Ryan steered her the other way, into the small room with the one way glass. The mirrored side faced Megan and she stared around the room nervously.

“Don’t get too hung up on the room. It’s just the only place we have in here that’s private. Tell me about the nature of your connection with David Leonard Martin.”

Megan laughed nervously and then shrugged “We danced and then we fucked. You probably didn’t need to bring me all the way here to get that. There’s not much else to tell. He wasn’t bad.”

Ryan felt his face flush slightly but kept his professional manner “Has he kept in contact with you? Did he give you any sort of phone number?”

Megan looked away again and then pulled her phone from her back pocket “He texted me something because I asked him for a picture he took.”

Ryan blinked a few times as he watched her fish through her messages “And you didn’t think THAT was a relevant reason to come forward and report it? Megan, come on you're smarter than that. I know you, even if it's been awhile since we hung out.”

Megan licked her lips and then smiled a bit sheepishly “It was personal…but since he’s robbing places and being an ass…yeah I can show you. I really thought the cops would have caught him before this came up.” She slid the phone to Ryan with the text open, revealing a photo of Megan having sex with the accused in what looked to be one of the bathrooms at the Black Hole.”

The picture associated with this link is sexually graphic. Viewer discretion is advised.

https://www.flickr.com/photos/133521354@N07/21373668559/in/album-72157656529282253/

Ryan’s blush became obvious now “I see. We need to run a trace on this number. Did he text you that…um right after…or awhile later?”

Megan grinned more at Ryan’s awkwardness and said “Right after. Then I never saw him again.  Hoped to god he wouldn’t stick it on the net but since he’s on the run he probably won’t.”

Ryan frowned and shook his head around “You let a dude you’d just met take a porno pic of you with HIS phone and just trusted that would be FINE?” After he said it he watched her worriedly. She'd always been a bit reckless but this was beyond that.

Megan shrugged “If it wasn’t I would have dealt with it. It was a hot night. Why not share?”

Ryan chuckled in disbelief “Ooook then. I’ll be right back. You know I need to show this to Angie.”


Megan shrugged and then sighed "I know. Sorry Ryan. I'm in it now."

He took the phone over to Angie’s desk, tapping it now and then so it didn’t default to lock mode. Angie reached for it distractedly as she asked “Can I get a lead on this number?”

Angie began to answer and then actually looked at the image that had been texted “Well that’s the most interesting evidence I’ve seen all day. Talk about customer service. Martin found the black hole alright…..damn…Least it’s a clear shot of the guy’s tattoos for ID too.” she keyed the cell phone number into the data base and watched her screen now.

Ryan awkwardly ran his hand through the back of his hair and stood waiting. He saw Tamela approaching and took a step toward her, shielding her from the cell phone on Angie’s desk.

“Don’t…you don’t wanna….Tams just don’t look…”

Tamela looked like she was considering trying to get around him and then didn’t “You’re right. I don’t. She screwed him didn’t she? And then didn’t tell us when the news went out after Chen’s.”

Angie laughed heartily and answered first “Mmmhmm.” She drummed her fingers “I gotta wait for downtown to run this through and get back to us. It might even be stolen. You know once we get a trace set up, we could just call it and see if Martin still has it.”

Chief Callahan appeared as if out of nowhere and said “We’re not going to call him. Megan’s going to call him and ask to see him again. We’ll make him come to us.”

At this both Ryan and Tamela turned with a start at the suggestion. Angie took it totally in stride and nodded along.

Tamela bit her lip and then looked worried “With all due respect Sir. Martin’s proven to be violent. You want to use my sister as bait?”

Callahan wiggled his brows and nodded “Glad we’re on the same page Douglas.”

Leads Part 2

Please read Leads Part 1 First:

http://cedarpointstories.blogspot.ca/2015/10/leads-part-1.html

Tamela had momentarily considered taking a cruiser to follow up the lead that had just been called into the station but chose to walk instead. A cruiser pulling up anywhere caused heads to turn and gossip to start. What Tamela wanted was to get this hairdresser talking. You could get more from someone who didn’t feel like you were shining a spotlight on the fact that the cops were paying them a visit. At this point in the investigation she really hoped this Brandy Miller’s information panned out, especially since it was pointing towards her father’s bar.

Tamela took a deep breath and stepped into the Luxe salon. Even without a cruiser there were suddenly many pairs of nervous eyes on her every movement. She approached the desk.

“Is Brandy Miller available?”

A tall thin pale man with dyed black hair shifted nervously “She just left. I know she called you but I think she changed her mind…”

Tamela cringed. Dammit.

“Do you have her home address? You can tell me no but I can find it anyway. This is just faster.” She preyed upon the man’s anxiety and it worked. His long fingers dugs shakily for a pen and a business card. He had subtle guyliner on and painted black sparkly short nails. He flipped over the business card and called up a computer screen with a digital address log. Tamela took the card after he thrust it at her. It listed an address in east Vancouver.

“Here. Please don’t tell her you got it from me.”

“No problem. Thanks man.”

She began her walk back to the station to get a car, mentally kicking herself for not signing one out in the first place. Tamela popped into the Dandelion Café en route to grab a coffee and a muffin for the road. She remembered Angie’s words from first thing in the morning about Nault bringing in Mitch Newmore because he thought it was Martin.

“Jesus, Nault, we don't detain the guy who helps make the doughnuts!"

Tamela started chuckling to herself and it seemed to spread relief through a room of townspeople already watching her. Cedar Point was just continually on edge right now. They had to catch this bastard.

She smiled at the clerk and thanked her after she paid and then tried to offer a reassuring smile to the people still watching her in the room before she left.

After securing a vehicle she was finally sailing down the 99 towards the Massey Tunnel that would take her into Vancouver proper. For once the tunnel was clear. Tamela sipped on her coffee and made her way east to Commercial Drive. Brandy Miller lived in a rundown yellow brick apartment building beside a small dilapidated city park. She pulled around the back of the building and parked in the lane. If her witness was this easily scared off she didn’t want to get in her field of view right away. The building was a 3 storey walk up. Tamela hung back and watched the doorway until a worn out looking mother with 2 small children approached it with a key in hand, her little ones clinging to her while in the midst of a loud shrieking argument. Perfect option. Tamela swiftly walked up and grasped the door handle as the woman turned the key “Let me help you Ma’am.” The woman looked surprised and the children fell silent.  The smallest one who appeared to be a little blonde boy absently stuck a finger in his nose and stared. The older one, a girl with the same shade of blonde in her pigtails smacked at her brother “Luke that’s GROSS!” The mother, also blonde and painfully thin said a quiet “Thank you.” As she let Tamela hold the door open so she could go through. Then she turned to the kids “Come on…” with a look of someone who didn’t want to get mixed up in any business a police officer might have in the building.

Tamela made her way to the third floor and then counted her way down the hallway to the door at the end. She knocked firmly. There was a shuffle of feet and then a nervous female voice.

“Who is it?”

Tamela sighed. This was the part she hated.

“Cedar Point Police. Open up please.”

She could hear a gasp and then the door slowly opened revealing a lightly tanned woman with deep brown eyes and golden blonde hair. Tamela noticed Brandy was very attractive too but shoved that thought to the back of her mind.

Tamela cleared her throat “Brandy Miller?”

Brandy nodded “Yes.” A door down the hall opened a crack and a nosy neighbour poked his head out slightly. Brandy tensed up and then said quickly “Come in then.” She walked away from the door leaving it to swing open.

Tamela took out a small notebook and a pen and pushed the door closed behind her. She followed Brandy into a room with a ratty old couch and chair, a small flat screen TV  and some particle board shelving units with assorted paperback novels and potted plants. The apartment had the slight ammonia stench of a litter box in proximity as well. Brandy sat down on the couch and gestured to the chair. Tamela eased down into it and then teeter tottered the pen in her fingers over the pad of paper.

“So you called us and then you ran. Want to tell me about that?”

Brandy looked at the window instead of making eye contact “No not really. I just got nervous is all.” She turned her head and gaze on Tamela full on now “Do you want my info or not?”

Tamela raised a brow momentarily and then said “Yeah. Hopefully it checks out though. Right now we just need to catch this guy and instead I’m chasing after you. This better be good Ms. Miller.”

Brandy twirled her hair “That all depends on your point of view I guess. Tracy told me she’s your sister. You do kinda look like her.”

Tamela tilted her head in confusion “Sorry what?”

Brandy smiled now “The girl who was dancing with him…that guy from your news story. It looked pretty hot. Someone said they took off together for awhile.  I’m pretty sure it was your sister. The slutty bartender right? No offence.”

Tamela’s eyes closed briefly as she processed this statement and her pen slipped from her hand tumbling to the floor. It could then be heard flitting around behind the chair as the Brandy’s sleek white cat pounced on it and kicked it around.

Tamela grunted quietly and stood up, leaving her pen to the cat “thank you for your time Ms. Miller. We may follow up with you at a later date.” Brandy Miller visibly relaxed and followed her to close the door after her “You’re welcome.”

Once she was back in the cop car she pulled out her cell phone and touched base with the station.

“Hey Angie. I need to pass this one off to someone else. Not Nault though. Also, see what you can find on Brandy Miller. She bolted on me and I had to track her down at home.”

Angie sounded nonchalant at the other end, having no clue what the problem was “I’ll take a look in the database for Miller. You know this is a big one for getting back on the beat. Just take a breath Tamela.”

“Angie I’m fine with the work. I’ve got a conflict of interest. Our next witness to question is Megan.”

Angie let out a slow whistle and then said “Ok I’ll try to track down Yamada.”

Leads Part 1

This post is a direct follow up and continuation of Mitch Newmore’s Journal posted by Danko Whitfield. I recommend reading that first:

https://mitchnewmore.wordpress.com/2015/10/02/welcome-to-cedar-point/

Tamela Douglas stood behind the desk at the Cedar Point police department looking completely exhausted. The whole department had been pulling double and triple shifts in the manhunt for David Leonard Martin. So far their only lead had been the detaining of the wrong person. One of the senior officers, Angie Jones was still chuckling about the rookie fumble.

“Guess we got another “Code” Nault. Callahan’s going to nail that boy’s ass to the wall.” Angie Johnson was close to retirement and mostly pushed papers now. She was a broadly built woman of Jamaican descent with a wide smile and a mop of wild curls. Angie had a deep throaty voice and a contagious full belly laugh.

Tamela shook her head and laughed “Can we take pictures? Maybe send a few to Mitch Newmore as a consolation. That guy plays in the Black Hole all the time. Nault’s a moron.”

As if on cue Constable Cody Nault arrived for his morning shift, hitching up his belt as he walked by Tamela and giving her a winning smile. Tamela looked at him with irritation and then began tapping away at the front computer and focussed on the screen.  Angie coughed to cover a snicker and then said with a grin “Callahan wants to see you Nault. Hope you brought a change of shorts.”

Cody puffed up even more “I always have extra shorts. Because I go to the gym every day.” He made a point of checking to see if Tamela was paying attention as he said this which of course she was adamantly pretending not to. Cody sighed slightly and pushed the door open into the back room that led to the holding cells, the interrogation room and the side door to Callahan’s office. Before the door closed Cody could be heard muttering “What…..where is he?” as he looked toward the holding cells.

Tamela glared at the door as it clicked behind him before Angie whispered “Oh Tamela, I always have extra shorts…” in a swoon like imitation of Nault. She ended with a lude hand gesture to suggest why he might need to change them frquently “Tamela are you watching me?”

Tamela burst out laughing and hissed back at Angie “Ohmygod fuck off!”

Angie threw her head back in momentary hysterical laughter before both women were snapped into a stony silence by the booming voice of Chief Callahan through the wall. The station practically shook.

“Nault! Get the hell in here!”

All the station staff had a collective hesitation followed by some audible exhales.

The phone at Angie’s desk rang and she picked it up “Cedar Point Police.”

Angie frowned slightly and grabbed a pen from the cup of them “Uh huh. What time did you see him on the evening in question? “she began to make some notes and then beckoned Tamela over as she continued “I’m going to send an officer over to take your information in person. What’s the address? Oh yeah we know that one. Alright, Thank you Ms Miller.”

Tamela looked curiously at Angie while she finished writing and hung up the phone.

“One of the stylists at Luxe says she has a positive ID on Martin being in the Black Hole a day or two before the assault and attempted robbery. Candy Miller. She’s there now.”

Tamela nodded and took Angie's notes “I’ll check it out. Thanks Angie. Let me know what happens in there.” She head jutted toward the chief’s office.

Angie chuckled “Oh don’t worry I will. Good luck.”