Part 4 | Guilty or innocent?

After the overwhelming phone call from the police trust expert, the commander called in some co-workers, excluding John from her list. The locked doors she meticulously planned a plan to capture the infiltrator. It hurt like a stab in his chest, tearing his whole soul apart, but it was right, it was justice that needed to be done. After long hours of meeting the staff began to disperse around the police station, while the woman took her things and went towards the door, passing the redhead.

- Hey baby, did something happen? You look down. - He worried.

- Tired alone. Meet me in half an hour at my house, I want you to relax me. - She faked an excitement.

The redhead agrees with the idea despite feeling a tense mood between them. When the clock set, John was already at Petter’s house, he rang the bell and waited for her to open the door.

- Hi. - He said half backwards.

-Between. - The brunette remained firm.

The man enters the house, unaware that he was being lured into a trap. But he noted that on the table there were some objects such as weapons handcuffs, electric shock, police station equipment that she should not keep in her home, that aroused curiosity.

- And this? - He pointed to objects.

- Aah, today we’re going to perform a fetish of mine, or would it be yours? - She goes towards the table and picks up a gun. - sex and Russian roulette.

- Petter, I don’t like this. I think we’d better go back to the station. - The man literally gets defensive.

- Of course. But first let’s play. -She approaches him. - Aren’t you the one who likes to kill women and run from the police? Or is this little prank too heavy for a killer like you? - Spit out the words.

- I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t really know.

- You thought you were too smart. You killed Andy, and you walked out in cold blood like nothing happened walking down the street. When I stopped you you ran away like a sewer rat. When you got my gun, why didn’t you shoot? It would hurt less than it is hurting now. - The tears ran down the sad face of the woman.

- Petter, I swear, let me explain and you will see that it is a mistake. - John tried to justify himself.

- Shut your lying fucking mouth! - He screamed. - It was all a lie all along, you just wanted to use me. And I believed we had something real. I was an idiot. Everything was a fucking lie and now you’re going to pay for all the harm you’ve done, in the place you deserve to be. Take - the. - She ordered and the co-workers enter the room, immobilizing the man and then fasten the handcuff in his hands.

- Petter, please. - Martinez cried and begged. - Believe me! I’m innocent, I did nothing. - he said as the cops pushed him out. - Petter I love you! - Shouted in one last attempt with all his might.

After the man leaves the police house handcuffed, she collapses on the floor and cries uncontrollably. She felt a mixture of sadness, anguish, and disappointment, but despite all this she felt a weight being taken from her back, because she knew that despite all that situation had happened something good. She’d gotten justice for Andy.

Meanwhile, John Martinez would be brought before a jury, tried and convicted of the crime of first-degree murder and irregular possession of a firearm. The police were still investigating small information, but nothing that could save the man from being properly convicted, since there was evidence against it.

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It had been a few weeks since the event. Things were almost back to normal in Petter’s life, she was back in charge of the city cases, and although she was still feeling sad, there was nothing better than her job. She loved being at the police station solving everything, it was satisfactory for the brunette.

The commander begins to organize the paperwork and paperwork for the long-awaited trial of John Martinez, when the expert enters his room with a notebook and various items from Andy’s crime scene, including John’s cell phone.

- Did something happen? - She stared at the expert. 

- Well, actually, we need to talk. I was analyzing security camera footage from the place where Andy died, and I observed an intriguing scene. I started researching more, and found something you need to know. - The man reported.

- So tell me.

The expert turned on the notebook and pulled images straight from the security cameras with exact day and time. - Here - He muttered zooming in on the image at the exact time when the shots were fired at the young woman.

- Is it an image of the alley? The policewoman asked looking at the screen.

- No. It’s a wall of an establishment across the street, but notice there’s a person. - He’d zoom in by focusing on the person. - Recognize?

- Is it... J-John?! - The woman was confused.

- Exactly. He was across the street hiding right where we found his cell phone.  And detail, by the bullet marks on the woman’s body, the shots were fired by someone who was very close to her, not the distance, which means... - He was interrupted.

- Which means that it would be practically impossible for Martinez to have fired the shots. - She said without blinking as she looked at the screen of Not.

- Exactly, and looking at the calls on the phone, we found that after what happened exactly ten minutes after the shooting, Martinez tried to call the police, but the call took only two seconds. What kind of criminal murders someone and calls the police?  And ballistics confirmed that the gun that was with John is not a match to the bullets found in Andy’s body.

- It’s because the gun they found with him is my weapon. He managed to catch an oversight when I ran after him that night. So John was right, he’s innocent. But if it wasn’t him, then who was it?