CH. 4
1610 W. Link Rd, Wyandotte, Michigan. Residents had been calling in complaints about a foul odor coming from a house. A unit was dispatched to check out the residency. Unit 24 was in route to the residence on W. Link Rd. Officers Timothy Bingham and Vontae McVeigh were the officers assigned to this complaint.
It was a hot day in July, ninety-Eight degrees and very humid. The air conditioning system in the officers' car wasn't working, so they were driving with their windows down. Officer Bingham turned right onto Link Road. The area surroundings of that house were reeking with an enormous odor.
"Tim, you smell that?" Officer McVeigh asked.
"Yeah, that's probably the smell all the neighbors are complaining about."
"Tim! Slow down, the house is coming up!"
"Yeah, I know and from the smell of things you don't need an address. You can just follow the scent," Officer Timothy Bingham responded.
The house was located in the middle of the block. The officers pulled up in front of the house and parked. Officer McVeigh and Bingham got out of the car and approached the house with their guns in hand inspecting the house for any suspicious activity. Officer Timothy Bingham started whispering to Officer Vontae McVeigh not wanting to alert anyone of their presence if anyone was inside.
"Vontae, I’ll meet you in the back of the house." Officer Bingham started pointing on the right side of the house. "You go that way and I’ll go around this way and meet you in the back." He paused for a second, "And Vontae, try to see if anything’s going on inside."
"Got it, see you in the back," Officer McVeigh replied with a whisper.
Both officers proceeded in their own directions with an endless of thoughts and an ear with sight let alone with a vision of a cat that could dispense details in the day as if it was night. Officer Bingham was much more worried than McVeigh and much much more experienced.
As a rookie on the force, McVeigh was comfortable as if there was nothing to worry about. Officer Bingham on the other hand tiptoed very quietly wanting to peep through the first window he was passing which was too high for him to get a look in, so he worked his way through the rubble of leaves and trash on the side of the house as quietly as he could. When he got to about the middle of the side of the house, there was a basement window and another window that was a tidbit to high for him to see in. He looked through the basement window first since that was easiest for observation, but he couldn't see anything. It looked like it was a black plastic bag covering that window, so he took out his flashlight and turned it on, pointed it in the window, hoping that he would see a reflection beyond the plastic bag, but only saw a cloth material behind it like a blanket. He turned the flashlight off and started nodding his head.
"Damn, they must be hiding something down there," Officer Bingham, whispered to him self as he noticed a crate in some bushes to the left of him alongside the gate.
Not being able to see anything in the basement, left him curious to what he might see through the upstairs window. He used his right foot and slowly side swiped the ground, sweeping the leaves out the way so he could stand in that spot and jump up to see if he could see inside the house. He jumped up as silently as he could and held onto the window ledge to gain him some hang time for his viewing.
"That's just the bathroom," Officer Bingham whispered to himself. "There’s nothing inconspicuous about anything in there."
He looked at the crate, looked at the window that he passed that was too high for him to get a look in, and shook his head up and down in the yes mode. Officer Bingham grabbed the crate, and then proceeded to the window he surpassed and set the crate on the ground slow and softly. Stood on the crate and the window was still a little bit too high for him to see in, so he held on the window ledge and stood on his tiptoes to see inside the house. As he glanced through the house, he saw a dining room glass table with four chairs around it below the window he was looking through. To the left of that he could vividly see a small portion of the kitchen. Officer Bingham then glanced across the room from the dining room area into the living room and saw a television on a small wooden table against the wall. About five feet from the television was a couch and Officer Bingham could see feet hanging off the end of the couch.
The Dream Angel is giggling once again, “Guess what Christopher?” She asks.
“What! How do you know my name?” Christopher asked.
"It appears whoever is on the couch is sleeping," Officer Bingham thought to himself.
Anyway, the entry door is right in the dividing section of the living room and dining room. Officer McVeigh was already in the back of the house waiting, holding his shirt over his nose to block the odor coming from the house still with his gun in the other hand. Officer Bingham could see there was someone in the house, so he got down and proceeded to the back of the house to meet his partner. He started moving quietly so he would not awake the person inside.
"McVeigh, you noticed anything wrong?"
"Everything seems fine to me, besides that awful smell. Smells like someone's dead inside."
"I was thinking the same thing myself. Come on let's go to the car and call for back up."
“What did I tell you about asking questions,” The Dream Angel said. I know everything you’ve done in your past and the bad you’ve done outweighs the good by a mountain hill. Now I’ll have the pleasure of letting you experience the pain what you’re about to feel in your new prison.”
Christopher tries to run. He is so scared that when he runs for the door and tries to grab the door handle, both his hands clenched together passing through the door handle causing him to fall straight through the door. He falls on the cement porch as The Dream Angel laughs and disburses wire from her wrists that trailed right behind him setting steel clamps around his neck and ankles.
Christopher starts to holler for help as see officers Bingham and McVeigh walk pass him heading towards their car, “Help! Help! Officer, please help me!”
Officers Bingham and McVeigh heading back up front to their car did not hear any of the commotion going on at the house. They both got in the car. Officer Bingham grabbed his walkie-talkie.
The Dream Angel snatches Christopher back through the door into the living room. The wires and clamps are now holding Christopher in mid air facing The Dream Angel. The fire went out from her eyes leaving a dark blankness permitting Christopher to see her skull through the inside of her cornea with her body and hair still burning mad.
The Dream Angel starts to speak, “No, no. This isn’t how it works. You can’t run from DEATH, you can’t run from ME. I’m your soul-mate now; I just don’t have any love for you. One thing I can say I love is I’m going to love watching you suffer. The children you murdered I’ll grant the satisfaction of watching you suffer before I take your soul and place it in its new prison. It is now time for you to join me in the basement. Maybe you have something remorsefully to say to the children you took from their loved ones.”
"This is unit 24 Officer Bingham to dispatch, come in dispatch."
"This is dispatch, come in Officer Bingham."
"This is Officer Bingham requesting for backup. The house smells awful, smells like there dead bodies inside. I could see inside the living room area and it appears that someone’s sleeping on the couch, that's if he's still alive. I couldn't see any other activity going on inside and I really can't see how anyone could sleep through that smell. Would you like us to go in and check it out?”
While Officer Bingham was completing his sentence, the dispatcher Valorie
Cummings was already requesting for back up.
"This is dispatch requesting units for back up to assist Officers Bingham and McVeigh at 1610 W. Link Rd. There are possible homicides at this location." She pauses for a second as she sips her coffee. "Unit 24, hold your position till backup arrives."
"This is unit 4, Officer Thompson, and Gillespie in route. Roger.”
“This is unit 16, Officer Gulley and Pelham in route. Roger.”
“This is unit 121 homicide. This is officers' Day and Bledsoe turning onto W. Link Rd. Roger.”
“This is unit 58, Officer Nelson, and Burnside about 2 minutes away from location, in route. Roger.”
"This is Sergeant Rhodes in progress. No one enter the premises until my arrival. I repeat," he pauses for a second. "No one enter the premises until I get there. Be there in two."
Unit 121 Officers' Day and Bledsoe was the first to arrive to accommodate Bingham and McVeigh. Wyandotte, Michigan was more like the upper class of Michigan where very few blacks resided. Officers Day and Bledsoe were paired up together as partners because of the circumstances. They both were in the police department when they resided in Detroit, once the murder capital of the world.
Officer Day was a single mother who lost her kid to a kidnapping. Being a woman in the department, she made a name for herself. Knowing how to calculate and put together crime scenes as if she committed the crime herself has helped the department in solving many cases that would've been unsolved. Later she was transferred to Wyandotte Homicide. She was excited about going to homicide but disappointed about the transfer, but at least working in homicide, she had more access and say so in the case of her missing daughter.
Officer Bledsoe was a very outgoing guy with a mild temper. His wife ran off with another guy and he too had a daughter who was missing. He was on paid leave from the police department due to an ongoing investigation in which he killed someone during his stressful times. The department was later sued for his negligence. He was fired from the department and did one year out of his ten-year sentence. His case was later dismissed and expunged. He was found incompetent under the stress of his missing daughter and the problems he was going through in his marital life. Once out of jail he pursued a career in the police department. Thou' he had a mild temper with a high temper when things got out of hand his name spoke for itself on behalf of the cases that he represented. He was denied employment in the Detroit Police Department. His captain at the precinct made a few calls and found out that the Wyandotte Homicide Division had been researching him and was interested in hiring him. Eventually he was hired by the Wyandotte Homicide Division and paired up with homicide Detective Latrina Day.
Homicide Detectives Day and Detective Bledsoe pulled up behind officers' Bingham and McVeigh and got out of their car.
"How are you Officers' Bingham and McVeigh?" Detective Day extended her hand out shaking Officer Bingham’s' hand. "Oh sorry, let me introduce ourselves. I'm homicide Detective Day and this is my partner Bledsoe. We were in the area when we heard that there might be possible homicides at this address, so we decided to stop by and assist you for back up.”
Detective Bledsoe took a couple of sniffs of the air. "You smell that Trina?" Detective Bledsoe asked Day.
"Yeah I do. It smells like death." Detective Latrina Day replied.
"The odor is so strong it smells like there might be multiple deaths coming from this house," Detective Bledsoe said.
You could hear sirens as if they were coming from all directions. As the cars were getting closer, you could hear the sirens fading out as they all approached the block silently. Sergeant Rhodes pulled up first accompanied with Lieutenant Bradford. The other units trailed right behind him as they all cruised up the block parking one behind the other of Detectives Day and Bledsoe’s' car and getting out simultaneously.
Sergeant Rhodes turning his cap around backwards, extending his right hand out, giving Detective Day a firm handshake. “It’s always a pleasure Detective Day.”
“Likewise,” Detective Day responded.
Sergeant Rhodes turns around, “How are you Detective Bledsoe?" As they gave each other a hug and a pat on the back sergeant Rhodes said, "I'm so glad to see you back out here in action.”
"I know, and it feels good being back out here doing what I love to do best."
Sergeant Rhodes laughs and looks at Detective Carl Bledsoe and shakes his
Head up and down, "yeah I know but right now this my show."
"No, no. We were just in the area and heard there might be possible homicides so we decided to lend our support in case you needed any help. You know me. If the team is in trouble, I’ll do whatever it takes to protect the team."
Sergeant Rhodes gives Detective Bledsoe another hug. "Ah man I know. It just feels so good to see you and have the opportunity to work side by side with you once again. Anyway, we have a lot of catching up to do later. Ok, it's time to find out what's going on in there. Everybody keep an eye out. Officer Bingham and McVeigh what's your prognosis."
Officer Bingham was the one who responded since he did a more thorough search. "Well sarge, I did get a look through the side window and could see a foot hanging off the end of the couch and the T.V. was on but it didn't look like he was watching it. If we go in through the front door, he will be lying to the right side of the entrance and it looked like beyond that point you could enter into the other sections of the house. To the left side of the entrance is the dining room and straight ahead of that you could walk into the kitchen area. I couldn't get a good look into the kitchen. I did get a look in the basement window but a dark plastic bag covered it with some cloth material like a blanket behind it. I'm quite sure entry into the basement is through the kitchen."
Sergeant Rhodes proceeded to walk up the path waving for his fellow officers' to follow behind him. He turned around, put his finger up to his lips and "sh," he said in request for silence as they approached the porch. "Thompson, Gillespie and Gulley cover the back,” he whispered. “Burnside, Nelson and Pelham you three cover each side of the house and watch the front to make sure no one tries to escape. Officers' Bingham and McVeigh, you two are going to accompany Lieutenant Bradford and me. Detective Bledsoe and Day your assistance would be well obliged if you have no objections."
"We would be happy to assist you," Detective Day replied.
"Good. Then you'll be assisting us in the search of this residence," Sgt. Rhodes said.
"You ready my old pal and partner to go in do what we do best," Detective Bledsoe, said with a smile.
Sgt. Rhodes knocked on the door with a hard banging. "Open up. It's the police," he hollered.
The Dream Angel continued to tote Christopher behind her locked in clamps. She took a shortcut to the basement as she made her entrance through the main floor to the basement. Christopher now realizing he to could pass through solid entrances was forced to follow The Dream Angel.
Once entering the basement Tierra asks, “Hey Tamaria, how do you do that coming through solid entrances?”
Before Tamaria (The Dream Angel) could get a chance to respond Michael blurts out, “That’s him, that’s the man that forced me into his car one morning I was on my way to school.”
“That’s where I bit him at on his left forearm,” Shawn blurted out.
Christopher was looking dumb-founded as all his victims were coming forth identifying him as their abductor/killer. The Dream Angel begins to think about how she was abducted and killed. Her hair began to blow back as a hard gusty wind began blowing in the basement. Her eyes lit back up with fire. Her whole body flared up in flames. She was burning up and the rage that she had now was about to take its course on Christopher. He had the most worried look on his face knowing nothing good was about to come from this. The Dream Angel immediately begun to set in motion what she was preparing for Christopher’s ultimate payback. With his ankles and neck still held in steal clamps Christopher could see two more clamps coming from the wires that held him captive. The clamps were open and glistening red as he could see the glowing and heat producing from them.
You could hear Christopher stuttering like there is a vibrator held against his throat, “Wha’ wha’ what are those,” as the clamps clamped down on his throat hindering him from saying a word. He starts choking and gagging as he is gasping for air.
“So like I said, hush-hush. You see, ghost need to breathe to. With no air we can’t die cause were already dead, but without air it feels like an agonizing drowning that never ends.
The children are astounded as they get to watch their killer being tormented by The Dream Angel for the sins he committed.
“You know the guilty always deny their wrong-doings instead of fessing up to their sins and asking for forgiveness. That’s why I got these handcuffs, steel clamps, whatever you want to call them. You see that bite mark on your arm, Shawn didn’t bite you hard enough so I designed you special cuffs that’s extremely hot. These will be placed on both of your forearms to get you acquainted with the feeling you will be feeling through your whole body once you’re placed in your new home. You may have hurt many young kids like me but you’re about to feel a pain that will make you wish you never hurt anyone. Oh don’t worry, I can see you choking and gasping for air. These clamps were specially made for you. They will loosen up in a few minutes, but there designed strictly for yes and no answers, any other words coming from you and they will shut you up. Now lets get back to the burning part, see there is a new cell for you to live in which is a cell of fire. Sorry but, well actually, I’m not sorry, that’s just the way it is. Everyone has to pay for their mistakes. Now the slogan eternally burning in hell is said like that because you’re already dead, you can’t die but the pain will be so excruciating you’ll wish you could die. Same thing with drowning, see we have the same qualities of the living. Some of us go to the Good Place. Some of us go to the Bad Place and some of us get lost trying to find our way. Some souls travel towards the Light and sometimes the Light isn’t the Light. Remember how the Serpent tricked man, well the Light can trick souls. Only souls that are pure are accepted into the Light and know how to follow its Path of Acceptance,” The Dream Angel explained. “Help is on the way, so once your bodies are found your souls will be released from here. You can talk and speak but no one will hear you but you will hear them,” The Dream Angel explains to the confused children in the basement.
As Sergeant Rhodes bang on the door and no one answers, he decides to grab the door handle and to his surprise, the door wasn’t locked. All the officers' had their guns out waiting for anything inconspicuous.
"On three and were going in," Sgt. Rhodes said to the officers that were around him. "One, two, three," he pushed the door open with a forceful thrust, turning to his right and pointing his gun to the guy that was lying on the couch. “Police, get on the floor and extend your arms and legs outward,” Sgt. Rhodes yelled. “Officers' Bingham, McVeigh, Lieutenant Bradford, and detective Day search the house," Sergeant Rhodes commanded. "Detective Bledsoe you stay with me."
Lieutenant Bradford and Detective Day rushed pass Sgt. Rhodes and cut through the living room area into the hall. Officer’s Bingham and McVeigh cut through the dining room area into the kitchen, made a right, and cautiously opened the door up leading to the basement. They both had their guns drawn.
“Lieutenant Bradford, you can check the bathroom and those two rooms. I’ll stay here in the hallway and cover these stairs to the upstairs and the hallway,” Detective Day said. Lieutenant Bradford headed to the bathroom, which was located to the right side of him across from the stairs leading to the upper part of the house. After the bathroom was cleared, he headed down the hall about five or six feet up and opened up the bedroom door to the left side of him. After that was cleared, he came out and crossed over to the other room. Once those two rooms were cleared and he went into the last room, Detective Day made her way upstairs to do a search.
Sgt. Rhodes and Detective Bledsoe started approaching the guy lying on the couch. Both of them had their guns drawn too.
“I said get on the floor face down and extend your arms and legs out where I can see them,” Sgt. Rhodes repeated.
There was still no response from the individual who was lying on the couch. Sgt Rhodes and Detective Bledsoe rushed over to the guy. With his left arm out reaching for the guy on the couch, grabbing the chest part of his shirt with his gun still in his right hand Sgt. Rhodes gave him a quick jerk.
“Police, get on the floor,” Sgt. Rhodes said.
Still there was no movement from the guy. Instead, he fell on the floor into a puddle of whatever he was drinking and broken glass. That’s when Sgt Rhodes and Detective Bledsoe realized this guy never answered because something was wrong with him.
“Detective can you help me get him back onto the couch,” Sgt Rhodes asked?
Detective Bledsoe grabbed the guy by his legs and Sgt Rhodes grabbed the upper part of his body. They both placed the guy onto the couch. Sgt Rhodes checked his pulse on his neck and wrist. Then he put his hand under the guys’ shirt to feel for a heartbeat. Still nothing, but the guy was still warm and it didn’t look like he had any physical damage done to him besides the cuts on his left knuckles, which looked like they came from him accidentally hitting the glass that was below him on the floor.
“He’s dead,” Sgt Rhodes said as he looked at Detective Bledsoe.
“I know. I work in homicide remember,” Detective Bledsoe responded. “We need to go and check on the officers and make sure their o.k. It smells like there are more dead bodies in here.”
Just after Detective Bledsoe made the gesture to check on the officers’, you could hear footsteps coming at a fast pace from down and upstairs. Officer’s Bingham, McVeigh, Lieutenant Bradford, and Detective Day simultaneously met up with each other in the living room area where Sgt. Rhodes and Detective Bledsoe were. Officers’ Bingham and Detective Day at the same time began speaking simultaneously.
"Hey Sarge and Detective Bledsoe, you two need to come downstairs and have a look at this!" Officer Bingham hollered in a repugnant manor, astounded from what he had just witnessed.
“Hey Sarge and Detective Bledsoe, you two need to come upstairs and have a look at this,” Detective Day said in an inconsolable tone, but teary eyed voice as she showed pictures of her missing daughter.
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