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William Bernhardt - Cruel Justice

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A ten-year-old case puts Ben Kincaid on a collision course with a serial murderer Ben Kincaids air-conditioner is on the fritz, his staff is on half-pay, and his sister has just disappeared, leaving him holding her baby. He needs fast money, and a quick-and-dirty personal injury suit could do the job. But what looks like a sure-fire case turns out to be something far more complicated. His prospective client hopes to rescue his sona twenty-eight-year-old with the mind of a child. Ten years earlier, Leeman was accused of murdering a woman with a golf club, and he has been locked in a mental institution ever since. Now he is finally about to come to trial, and Kincaid sees no way to save him. But when a young Tulsa boy goes missing, Kincaid senses a connection between the two cases. Finding the abductor and could mean saving livesLeemans, the kidnapped childs, and those of the countless victims to come.

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Cruel Justice A Ben Kincaid Novel of Suspense Book Five William Bernhardt - photo 1

Cruel Justice

A Ben Kincaid Novel of Suspense (Book Five)

William Bernhardt

A MysteriousPress.com

Open Road Integrated Media

Ebook

For

my father

and

my son

Yet in my lineaments they trace

Some features of my fathers face.

LORD BYRON (1788-1824), PARISINA

Prologue

ONE

Twenty-five Years Before

ITS DARK IN HERE, Daddy.

The boy doesnt know how long he has been in the closet, tied to this chair. He doesnt know what time it is, or even what day it is. He knows he is hungry. And thirsty. And scared.

Very, very scared.

Please, Daddy. I dont like it in the dark.

The ropes chafe against his wrists and burn his skin. His legs and groin are sore and sticky. He doesnt know how many times he has wet himself. Hes been in here so long.

Daddy? Mommy? Please help me.

He knows they are out there. Daddy is listening, laughing maybe. Mommy is out there, too. She wont laugh, but she wont do anything. She never does. She pretends she doesnt hear, pretends she doesnt know whats happening. But she knows.

He rocks back and forth, straining against the ropes. Please, Daddy! I cant stand it in here. Ill do anything you want. Ill

The door opens. The sudden brightness is blinding. The boy scrunches his eyes closed, then slowly opens them as he adjusts to the light.

His father towers over him. He cant see his fathers face, just the outline of his immense body silhouetted in the closet door. He is everywhere and endless, like an enormous shadow, a real-life bogeyman.

Suddenly the boy is far more frightened than he had been when he was alone.

Youre a dirty boy, his father growls. Even in the darkness, the child knows his fathers fists are balled uptwo tremendous battering rams. The boy wants to escape, but the ropes hold him fast to the chair.

Are you ready for your punishment? His fathers voice booms and echoes in the tiny closet

But I didnt do anything, Daddy. Honest I didnt!

Shut up. One of the huge fists strikes the boy across the face. Ive had enough of your lies. Lying is a sin against God. Dont you know that, you ignorant boy?

The child wants to answer, but his whole body is trembling and he cant control his voice.

I checked your sheets. They were wet. Again. His father leans in closer, his huge head swallowing the light. What did I tell you would happen if you did that again?

The boy forces words from his throat. II didnt mean to, Daddy. I tried to hold it, but

Shut up. Another fist batters the boy, this time on the other cheek. He begins to cry.

Pansy. Weak, dirty pansy. Dont think I dont know what you do when Im not around. Ive seen you. Touching yourself. Ive seen the way you look at your mother , too, when she parades around in her underwear and her high-heeled shoes like some

He leans in even closer, till his nose is barely an inch from his sons face and the boy can smell his hot, whiskey-soaked breath. Youre a dirty boy. And you wont be clean till youve taken your punishment.

Please dont, the boy cries, his voice quivering. Please, please dont.

You have to be punished.

I dont want to hurt, Daddy. Please!

His father draws back. His voice becomes oddly calm. I brought someone to see you. He holds up a small stuffed animal.

Oliver! Its the boys teddy bear. Thank you, Daddy. I missed

His father jerks the bear away. Since you wont take your punishment, Oliver will have to take it for you.

No! The boys eyes are impossibly wide. He realizes what his father is about to do. Please, Daddy! No!

His fathers huge hands clutch the bears head and rip it off. The foam stuffing spills out from the neck onto the boys head.

Noooo! he cries, choking as the foam falls into his mouth. Youre killing him!

Oliver isnt dead yet, his father replies. But he will be. Because you betrayed him. The father withdraws a lighter from his pocket. The flame casts an eerie glow on his face. It makes his eyes seem red, evil, like the pictures of the devil the boy has seen in his mothers Bible.

Dont do it, Daddy! Please!

The father ignites the teddy bear. When it is nothing more than a ball of flame and embers, the father tosses it into a trash barrel.

You killed him! the boy wails, tears streaking his face. You killed Oliver!

No, I didnt, his father replies. You did. You were a dirty bad boy and you wouldnt take your punishment, so Oliver had to take it for you. Its your fault. You killed him. The father folds his mighty arms across his chest. Are you ready to take your punishment now?

The boy finds he cannot answer. He is crying, choking, gasping for air.

I said, are you ready? his father bellows.

I guess so, the boy whispers.

The father pulls himself erect. Well, then. Thats more like it. Good boys always take their punishment. You make Daddy very happy when you take your punishment.

He says more, but the boy doesnt hear it. Hes already distancing himself, relocating to that faraway place he goes to when his father punishes him. Its the only way he can endure the hurt, the humiliation. The only way he can survive.

In that distant place, he dreams about a better world. A world without closets, without pain. A world free of his father. A world where he will be the punisher, instead of the victim.

TWO

Ten Years Before

SERGEANT SANDSTROM STEERED THE patrol car down the curving road that wound around Philbrook. The lights inside the museum were off; no one would notice if he drove a bit faster than he should. Anything to drown out that damned harmonica.

Hey! Watch it! Sandstroms partner, a young, baby-faced punk with thick curly black hair, slammed sideways against the door. The impact knocked the harmonica out of his hands. You spoiled my song.

Sorry, Sandstrom lied. Wasnt watching the road. Morelli was okay, as far as kids fresh out of the academy went, but Sandstrom could stand those Bob Dylan songs only so long. Morelli sang worse than Dylan himself, if such a thing was possible. Did you say you used to play in nightclubs?

Yeah. Pizza parlors, campus bars, dives. With a friend of mine.

And you gave that up for the glamorous world of law enforcement?

What can I say? Every night it was the same old same-old. Thunderous applause. Babes throwing themselves at my feet and begging to bear my children. You get tired of that after a while.

Yeah. Ill bet your wife did, too.

You got that right. He pulled a wallet-sized photo out of his shirt pocket.

Oh, jeez, Sandstrom said. Youre not going to start mooning over her picture again, are you?

His partner grinned. I cant help myself. He sighed. Shes beautiful, isnt she?

Sandstrom turned the steering wheel hard to the left. Look, how many times I gotta tell you? This sucker stuff is strictly for newlyweds. You gotta get over it.

Morelli continued gazing at her picture. Why?

Cause a cop cant afford to be distracted, thats why. You gotta be focused. Of course, that wasnt the real reason. The real reason Sandstrom hated to see new cops get entangled in whirlwind romances was because they never lasted. History kept repeating itself. Another year, maybe two, and that gorgeous gal Morelli was making goo-goo eyes at would be the biggest liability in his life. But there was no telling him.

Sandstrom had been on the force for over thirteen years, but his partner tonight was an APO (Apprentice Police Officer). Just getting started. Michelangelo A. MorelliMike to his friendswas an English major who for some perverse reason had gone to the police academy. Go figure. Mike had all the attributes of a new recruit. A fresh face, not yet worn down by the grind and menace of the patrol. Preposterous idealism and navet that bordered on the comical. And an annoying habit of quoting Shakespeare to perps.

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