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The Hanshi of Central Park – Chapter 9

The Hanshi of Central Park
by Stephen F Kaufman

I will be uploading much of this adult novel, chapter by chapter. When your appetite has been whetted, you can buy the complete book, autographed, DIRECTLY from me at hanshi.com. Previous chapters have already been posted. Continuing on, here is chapter 9.

9

Inspector Martin Chessman carefully looked over the site and wondered about a number of things including how Officer Alvarez had shot herself in her box. He started to laugh at the thought but held himself in check. The first cops on the scene had closed off the entire area, standard procedure, but in New York it could be a real pain in the ass because no one ever cared what authority prevailed. People always did what they wanted to do especially if they could interfere with authority. Still smiling about Martine Alvarez, Chessman walked over to Detective Vincent Ranno. “Did we get a make on the stiff behind the tree yet?”

“No, but I’m sure it wasn’t an innocent bystander. Not at that time of day anyway. What I don’t understand is why the place looks like a Nam firefight took place. Aren’t special details supposed to have extensive cover in case something like this happens?” Ranno replied. “How come you’re smiling?”

Chessman ignored the last question and continued. “Do me a favor, talk to the two geniuses over there. See what the hell Ginzburg is carrying on about a ninja?”

“What ninja?” asked Ranno as if he was in a fog.

“The one I just told you to ask Ginzburg about,” replied Chessman wanting to roll his eyes up in amazement.

The cops involved with crime scene investigation told Chessman that the damage inflicted on Ballners and Alvarez had to be done by someone with experience in taking out adversaries. Probably a combat vet with a strong survival mentality and skills to match. They could not identify the weapon that made the holes in Ballners, but forensics would have no problem with that. Alvarez was struck in an absolutely precise fashion. Someone joked about her getting a marksman’s medal for shooting herself. It had to be a professional. Someone else remarked that she was still unconscious.

Chessman wanted to know what a professional hitter would be doing there if not involved with the police or the perps. And what was this ninja shit? What’s a ninja anyway? Some clown acting like a kung fu faggot dressed in drag? He hated these karate dickheads for personal reasons that he had never really understood. They were always so goddamn self-righteous and every one of them thought that they were badder than anybody else was. You never got a straight answer from any of them because there was no one in charge. Assholes! They were always putting each other down when called as expert witnesses and never agreed with anything that another one had said. It wasn’t as if they were disputing each other, they simply didn’t have any respect for each other. It reminded him of cops from different precincts investigating the same crime, which was, of course, not the same thing. It also reminded him of every expert witness he had dealt with regardless of his or her fields of endeavor.

The closed-off search area did not reveal anything special except for an abundance of empty cartridges from the TEC-9 and shells from the police 9’s and 38’s. One of these days the cops were going to get some up-to-date firepower to deal with the shit in the street. It wouldn’t be soon enough. And how come there was no cash around or no drugs? The shit simply didn’t walk away by itself. Intrigued, he started to think it was like the X Files. All kinds of evidence missing. Well things would turn up quickly enough. The confusion was based on the immediacy of the situation and no one had that much time to put anything together yet.

Ranno came back walking and talking at the same time. “He thinks it was a guy that must have been a front man for Ramon Alvarez. He began yelling as soon as he saw the stiff and the prisoner on the ground walk into the trap.”

“Who was yelling?” asked Chessman.

“Ginzburg says it was the guy with the swords. Or do you mean was Ginzburg yelling?”

Chessman ignored the answer. “Does his partner corroborate the story?” Chessman looked straight into Ranno’s eyes wondering if his question had been phrased right in the first place.

“Pretty much the same but we’ll have to wait until they fill out their reports. The whole thing looks pretty simple. Ginzburg says the guy with the swords was white or was wearing white. He’s not too sane right now. He could have been with them because with the guy attacking Ballners and Alvarez it would make it easy for Ramon to get away with the drugs and the money without a hassle. Maybe one of the bullets from the TEC hit the stiff behind the tree. The whole thing looks like a set from a movie doesn’t it?” said Ranno second-guessing his boss. “With all the different characters and effects. Really weird! The reality of course could be that some guy dressed like a mental case walked into a set up and unavoidably got involved.”

“Maybe,” said Chessman. “But why would Ginzburg have said what he did even if he was under combat stress from the incident? And you’re telling me that Rizzuto corroborates?”

“Bizarre,” replied Ranno, “but we’ll have to wait until we get more input here. Meanwhile I have the forest being carefully searched for any weird looking people.”

“Yeah, right,” said Chessman. “Especially in Central Park. He wondered if they were talking about a white guy dressed like a ninja or talking about a guy dressed in white ninja clothes? He walked towards Ginzburg.

As the medics were clearing the area and transporting Ballners and Alvarez to the ambulances, other cops were being queried as to what had happened. No one seemed to be able to explain anything because it had all happened so fast. What they all could say though was that there was somebody on top of the waterfall that jumped across shouting and swinging swords at the same exact time Lenny started to fire wildly. No one saw any money, drugs or suitcases leave the scene. The cops involved with the take down were not intimidated when someone mentioned that IAD would have to look into this matter about the money and dope. They simply told the speaker to fuck off with no concern for who it was.

“Hey, Ginzburg, was the guy dressed in white ninja clothes or was he a white guy dressed like a ninja?” asked Chessman.

Ginzburg looked straight at the Inspector and shook his head.

“Excuse me, was that question too hard for you? Make believe you’re on duty and answer the question. What was he?”

“A samurai,” answered Ginzburg

“A samurai! That’s good Ginzburg, now he’s fucking Japanese?” Chessman walked away annoyed. He would have to wait for thereports to be filed that afternoon. He looked up at the sky and noticed that the rain had stopped.

Victor Chu curled up into a tight fetal position farted in his sleep and was oblivious to everything.

The Hanshi of Central Park - Book One in the Hanshi David Mann Adventure Series

 

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