Free The Blue Executions by George Norris

addressed it to Brian McGregor. He first expressed his admiration of McGregor’s honesty and unbiased opinions of the Police Department. He then explained how cops who turn themselves into murderers betray the trust that the public has placed on them, as well as the oath of office that they had sworn to uphold. They, therefore, must be held to a higher level of accountability than a civilian. He went on to explain that PO Casey, who had recently lost his life, was a hero for all other officers to emulate—he’d given his life for the city he’d sworn to protect. Daniel Long, on the other hand, was a cold-blooded murderer who was never punished for his crimes.  He chose his words carefully before putting pen to paper.
     
    I am not proud of the actions that I was forced to take but I do deem them necessary. I’m sure you will agree. We must rid our society of these evil men, who hide behind the shields of New York City Police Officers to escape punishment for crimes that they’ve committed. My mission has only just begun. I am aware that the true heroes of the police department will be looking for me as they do not realize the importance of my mission. I am not the type of person they habitually arrest, however. I am far intellectually superior to anyone they have ever dealt with. I shall leave no clue behind. Mr. McGregor, I would like you to feel free to print this letter verbatim. With hope, it may serve as a deterrent to those who think of crossing the line. My mission is not one of revenge—this, you must understand. My goal is to clean up the NYPD and deter any cops from engaging in criminal activity. Once my vision is realized, all who did not agree with or understand my methods will see the error of their ways. They will understand what I have achieved. I will write to you again, in the near future, after I have eliminated my next target.
    Sincerely,
    The Blue Executioner.
     
     
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    C hapter 5
     
     
    Chief of Department Edward Courtney stood at the head of the conference table. He was sorting quietly through the numerous reports that he’d been given in regards to the prior night’s murder of Police Officer Daniel Long. Courtney looked around the table; the rest of the hierarchy had appeared for the nine a.m. meeting. After removing his glasses, he rubbed his eyes and stood without saying a word. Everyone seated at the table watched with baited breath as the highest-ranking uniformed officer paced the floor silently—they were awaiting him to bark out instructions, some sort of order. Everyone in the police department knew of Courtney’s reputation. He was a demanding leader, who often demanded answers and results before it was feasible to have any. As the highest ranking member of the department, he had to answer only the police commissioner—everyone else had to answer to him.
    The fourteenth floor conference room , adjacent to the Police Commissioner’s office at Police Headquarters, was completely silent—an ominous feeling in the air.  The highly polished conference table was large enough to easily seat over twenty people; less than half the chairs were occupied. Although the chairs were made of fine leather, nobody in the room was comfortable.  Nothing was being said as they sat there, but nobody would dare look on the wall where a live stream of over thirty sights across New York City was being broadcast, nor would they look at the televisions on the opposite wall tuned to local and national news stations.  They would sit there in silence until the situation dictated otherwise.  These were men, each of whom had at least twenty-five years experience with the NYPD and were selected by the Police Commissioner, himself, for their position.  None of that mattered right now, as they were at the mercy of the Chief of Department.         
    Courtney stopped pacing and stood by his chair. Over his shoulder could be seen the emblem of the five star