Free Boston Blood: The first Frank McKenzie Thriller by Luis Samways

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    ‘Sorry to interrupt but Connor Chase has just gone Live’ says the officer
    Chief Shaw and the DA follow the senior officer to the big screen TV where the rest of the team are standing watching the live broadcast that Chase is streaming. Eddie looks at the faces of the men that surround the TV. Each one of them anxious and intrigued to hear what Connor has to say next. Eddie had that same very look on his face as he zoned into the television screen.
    ‘Hello again, I’m not going to bother to reintroduce myself as I’m already aware of the fellowship I have on the web and the news. You’re probably sick of seeing me by now and rightfully so. After all I did ruin a sunny day in Boston by murdering a bunch of people and what not. But you, the people, the people of the United States of America need to realise my motivations behind this. I’m no barbarian that craves blood at the drop of a hatchet. I am a man with a mission and that mission is to make the world a better place! That’s right, I said world. My goal isn’t only to make the US a better place; it’s to make everywhere else an exact mirror image of our progress. I figure that shouldn’t be too hard considering the rest of the world always uses us as an example. Today I am going to test that theory; More on that later though.
    In the mean time I am here to bring to light the corruptness of the so called protectors of this city. They are the same people that are tasked with capturing me and sentencing me to prison time or death. I am obviously talking about the Boston PD. They have been working their asses off trying to get a lead on me. The usual protocols are as follows: A man murders people, capture the man dead or alive within the boundaries and rules of the law. I am glad to say that they are sticking to this rule. Apart from the obvious fact that they have yet to capture me, but I have no doubt on whether they are capable. I know dam well that the police in this city are capable of arresting me. It’s just the odd few that worry me.
    I am aware that the standard procedure with most attempted Capturing’s of a criminal is to do a psyche report on the said perp. I accept that and fully expect it. I’m just not comfortable with the idea that a detective can waste the tax payer’s money on talking to my former boss, and then have sexual relations with her on the same day of these testing times! I thought that the golden rule of police work was: NEVER FUCK A WITNESS. Well I know that’s probably inaccurate, seeing these filthy bastard pigs don’t have rules in the fear that when they break said rules, there would be consequences. I know the person who slept with Tasha my boss, well I know of him. Don’t get me wrong I’m not jealous of the guy nor do I wish she had slept with me. It’s just the simple principle that an officer of the law would be so consumed with finding me and my crew, who have disrupted such a sunny day, and then would still find time to bang a girl just because he could? That’s running a real bug risk! Having sex with the only witness and then watching her die at my hands because of his actions! Tasha would still be alive if she didn’t sleep with Frank McKenzie.’ 
     
     
     

Twenty Six
    Nathan was staring into the eyes of the man who was shackled to the table now for about 15 minutes. He wasn’t sure what to do. He knew what was expected of him but he did not think that he could pull it off. The man was still unconscious due to the heavy backhand that he had received a mere quarter of an hour ago. Nathan did not have any smelling salts to wake the man up, nor did he want to wake the man up. The longer the prisoner was knocked out for the longer he had to figure this whole thing out. Nathan was standing across the room starring at the operating table where the man was laid out. He was leaning against the cold wall trying to shock himself into relevant thought. He was starting to panic at the thought of being