"Yes, I am," he answered more boldly than he felt.
"We're from the Highland Park police department. Officially we're asking you to accompany us to the police station to answer some question concerning the murder of Ms. Longstreet."
Knowing full well an argument would fall on deaf ears his only option would be to call his attorney. Knowing his attorney Brad would be two thirds on his lips by now after a round of golf at the country club, he decided to go along with the two detectives. As the crime was committed in his building it was inevitable that an interview would be forthcoming. Dr. Zee stood against the hall wall while the two men led the way down to the police car.
On the way, the younger driving while the older one used his cell to call the station. All Dr. Zee heard was the raspy voice saying they were on the way with a passenger. Inspector Cockrun closed up his phone, nodded to his partner to go with him to an interrogation room. It was predetermined that Janice would do the interview while David and the captain would observe through the one way mirror.
It was customary to let the suspect stew awhile in the interrogation room alone to contemplate their predicament or situation. As this was the first time Dr. Zee had the occasion to be in a police station, let alone be in an interrogation room as a suspect was quite alarming to him. Instead of coming through the front door the driver went around to the back of the station. With one detective on each side of Dr. Zee they hurried him through the back door, down a flight of stairs into a well lighted room. He was politely asked to sit down at the stainless steel table with a likewise chair that was fastened to the floor. Like most suspects, for the first time, he looked around in a state of bewilderment. Then with a grin he saw the mirror on the side wall. And like most suspects who think they are omnipotent about the system, he relaxed and waited for the interrogator to begin.
About ten minutes went by and then the door opened with a rush. His mouth dropped open when he saw Janice with dark eyes staring directly at him. Under her arm she carried a tape recorder and a legal pad. She sat her stuff down on the table then stood back a step to survey the suspect.
Janice expert eyes saw a slightly built middle aged man nicely dressed. His light brown hair was expensively styled over a face only a mother could love. With close set brown eyes, a long thin nose and mouth that looked like he just sucked a lemon, Dr. Zee was anything but a ladies' man.
Dr. Zee on the other hand found his interrogator quite stunning. When she was finished asking him questions he also found out she was not stupid. When she introduced herself her voice would haunt him for days afterwards. After reading him his rights and asking him if he wanted his attorney present she asked the first question. "Do you Dr. Zee have a patient named Lydsie Longstreet?" Janice purposely used the verb have instead or its past tense.
Trying to remain calm and forthright, Dr. Zee was slowing losing it to the darkness that occasionally attacked him. A ringing in his ears occurred. He heard himself say, "Yes, I do. Ms. Longstreet had an appointment yesterday at one pm. She left thirty minutes later."
Janice thought his voice rather soothing and indeed professional. His beady eyes were locked onto hers as she asked another question, "Are you aware she was murdered in the parking garage of the building you lease office space yesterday around two pm?"
"I did see it on the news. Terribly sad. I called her husband, but he wasn't taking any phone calls." He knew better than to volunteer information so sat there waiting for the next question.
"Where were you Dr. Zee at around two pm yesterday?" Janice noticed a tick in his right upper cheek just under the eye.
He said, "I was in my office writing up my report then I left for my club around three."
"Is there a private door that leads to the hallway from your private office?"
"Yes, there is," he said with confidence building back after a bout with darkness, "there is a security camera or video camera that I use to record all of my sessions for insurance purposes. You're welcome to view the tape for that time period. My secretary keeps all the tapes in a secure locked cabinet."
Inspector Cockrun and his captain were watching intently the questioning. Both men had been involved in countless interrogations before this one. David thought the guy was sometimes lying and sometimes telling the truth. He did not miss the tick under the right eye, but the captain never saw it. Now the two of them went back to listening to the interrogation.
Janice had let the questioning rest for a minute while she made some notes. Dr. Zee was trying to read what she was writing, but Janice was using her own form of shorthand. Taking quick glances she saw his eyes glaze over then he would blink and they would return to clarity. She was realizing this guy was loony tunes. Janice reached over and turned off the recorder, stood up with her legal pad and told him she would be right back. Almost forgetting the recorder she reached for it then out the door she went.
A uniform took her place inside the room as she met both the captain and David in the hallway. She said, "This guy is wacko. We need to have him evaluated by a, oh my god, I was going to say a shrink."
David said, "Let me take a run at him. I know what you are saying Janice. I too saw the tick and look in his eyes. Give me that recorder and stay focused in the see through mirror."
David knocked and entered the door. The uniform left as he sat down placing the recorder on the table. Looked across the table at Dr. Zee, silently asking him if it was okay to turn it on, receiving the go ahead he turned it on to record.
Without introducing himself, but stating his name for the record he then asked, "Dr. Zee did you murder Lydsie Longfellow?"
Both Janice and the captain had their arms crossed at the chest expecting some off the wall question to rattle the suspect, but this was perfect. The suspect gasped, reared back his head, hands flew to his mouth and all thought he would fall off the chair.
Unbelievably Dr. Zee made a remarkable recovery quickly composing himself he answered, "I did not murder anyone. I was in my office at the time of her death. I can prove that with a video tape."
David clicked off the recorder and said to Dr. Zee that someone would take him home, but rest assured someone would be at his office with a warrant tomorrow for the tapes. He left the Doctor sitting there and quickly left the room.
Dr. Zee rode in the back seat feeling ever more confident each minute that passed by. No way would they discover he was the killer. Now he needed some relief from an agonizing session with the police. They had taken his cell phone away, but gave it back to him. Now he used to call his club. The older of the two would report the one sided conversation as Dr. Zee asked if Mr. Hwang was still available for a workout. Without knowing what was said they dropped him off at the front door of the swank condo complex then drove around the corner to see if he would drive someplace.
Not ten minutes later his car pulled out and the two detectives followed him to his men's club. Both resigned themselves for a long wait keeping an eye on his car.
Dr. Zee hurried to the upstairs gym area where totally privacy was observed. He quickly stripped down placing his clothes in a locked private room. It took him a few minutes to release his penis from its cotton holster attached to the inside of his upper thigh. Swinging free he gave off a sign of relief as he reached down to make sure it was swinging freely. He took a bath size towel and wrapped it around his middle with the tucked in part of the towel secured in the back.
He felt wonderful and the darkness was fully gone now. He was seeing clearly and focused on the evening ahead. He walked with purpose down the hallway to a special massage room. Inside waiting was Mr. Hwang.
Dr. Zee lay down on the soft table that had hot water running through it to keep the person receiving the massage warm and comfortable. The first thing Mr. Hwang did was wash with vigorous action the entire body of his client. After a wash and rinse Mr. Hwang proceeded with a body rub with lotion. Starting with the feet he worked his way up to the buttock region. Mr. Hwang paid no attention to the sounds of Dr.
Zee moaning. With expert hands and fingers Mr. Hwang teased the rim of the anus orifice. Slowly with just the right of movement Mr. Hwang inserted a finger into the doctor's anus. He heard sounds of ecstasy from his client. After repeating a back and forth motion he took out his finger as the doctor rolled over onto his back.
When this happened the first time a few years ago, Mr. Hwang Asian eyes opened wide seeing a giant penis erect staring at him. Mr. Hwang had no idea of its length but even with two hands there was still a hand width left.
It seemed to Mr. Hwang that the doctor needed some immediate relief rather than him teasing his long fat member until the sperm rolled out the top. Strangely enough, Mr. Hwang noticed that the doctor's testicles were very small indeed. The ejaculation, even though he cried out with orgasm, very little sperm was released.
Now with two hands full of lotion, Mr. Hwang begins long strokes of the bigger than ever penis. With a little coxing of the doctor Mr. Hwang began some violent strokes with one hand while squeezing the testicles with the other hand. Soon the ejaculation came forth and the doctor sighed with relief.
Mr. Hwang picked up the crisp hundred dollars bills and left. The doctor was on his own to take a shower and tuck his penis back into its holster so as no one could see the abnormal size of Dr. Zee's penis that even flaccid would almost fill a twelve inch ruler. Few, outside of his old fraternity knew about his extreme hardship. However, across the Atlantic in Europe there was a woman in a sanatorium who had nightmares about her husband's penis.
VII
“Inspector Cockrun,” Captain Jerry asked, “what do think about this suspect Dr. Lee? All members of the investigation team were sitting or standing in the situation room. They had just finished viewing and listening to the interview with Dr. Lee, their prime suspect.
All eyes were on the Inspector. He said, “I’m not a shrink so I really can’t speculate on the suspect’s mental condition. However, it appears to me and probably to you too, this suspect has some mental problems. With the captains permission I’ll show this tape and recording to a professional who’s an expert in his field of psychology. If the captain agrees, his name must remain anonymous. The press would hound him to death and that would end our relationship with him.”
“I’ll answer the question in a minute, but first we need that video back from the FBI to see if we can indentify a person on the tape. Now, to expound on the prime suspect Dr. Zee--- he rises to the top of the list in my estimation. I’ve not ruled out the husband and had five millions reasons to kill his wife. Also, I think we are forgetting motive here. Why would Dr. Zee kill a cash paying client?”
The captain nodded to Janice. She sucked in a deep breath and said, “I’m not often shaken from interrogating a suspect, but this Dr. Zee has some real issues that he is dealing with in his brain. Like the Inspector, I’m no expert. But if you’d been me sitting across the table, seeing the tick under his eye, then the eyes themselves going from cloudy to clear, was eerie as hell. Physically I wasn’t scared, but mentally this guy comes across as a wacko.”
The captain said, “I love your choice of words of description Janice,” as the room chuckled at the humor. “However, let’s leave no stone unturned. The eyes of the country are watching us with an expectation of quick arrest. My position as you know has a revolving door attached to the contract. Before I saw the limb off some of you will follow me out the door. Now I think I’ve made myself very clear. We can’t afford any mistakes. Now I’m late to report to the mayor.”
As he left the room, David waited until he left. Then he said, “There’s not much more we can do for the night. Continue the tail on both Dr. Zee and Donald Longstreet. I’ll leave the shift work up to you to work out. We’ve all been there before, so no welching out. For the rest of you, you all know what needs to happen so my orders are: make it happen.”
David looked at his watch. It told him it was close to eight pm and he wondered if Dr. Jones was still awake. He decided to take a risk and call him with the number AJ gave him for his cell phone. David felt honored when he gave him his special number. After the room pretty much cleared out he rang up Dr. Jones.
An unfamiliar voice answered and David thought he had the wrong number for a moment, until he heard the other end say, “Alex here. What can I do for you?”
David identified himself and then said, “I’d like to speak to Dr. Jones if he is available.” A long silence occurred then a voice said:
“This is Dr. Jones speaking.”
“I know its late Doctor, but if you’re up to it I have a video tape and a recording of our initial interview with Dr. Zee I’d like for you to view and listen to it.”
“I’ll ask Alex to make a fresh pot of coffee. Please come soonest you can. My door is always open for you both.” David did not miss the ‘both’ in his message. He decided not to boost Janice’s ego by saying Doctor Jones specifically asked for her.
Dr. Jones had giant big flat screen TV in his living room. Alex had made a special blend of beans that Janice said was the best coffee smell in her long history of being a caffeine addict Also some homemade coffee cake was served for the guests.
After all were situated, Alex still standing, used the remote to start the tape with sound. When the tape ran its course, AJ asked for it to replay one more time. Alex, David noticed never sat down. He was glued to the tape. After it was replayed Alex exclaimed, “Now that guy is a real piece of work. I saw in Nam the same look in more than one soldier’s eyes. Some of the worst cases they had to carry out because they couldn’t walk.”
AJ sat in an identical recliner as in his office with his arms across his belly finger interlaced. He was still staring at the blank TV. No one dared break his concentration.
Alex left to fetch the coffee pot for refills. AJ was oblivious to any movements or sounds as he thought about what he had witnessed. It was fairly obvious that Dr. Zee had some mental problems, but was his mental condition of a violent nature. That was what was bothering AJ at the moment. His mind was faster than a computer going back over similar cases he had personally experienced or read about. Also included were conferences he had attended throughout the world. At his age, AJ inwardly smiled, going out on a limb was not so bad. Really, who cared? Not him; that’s for sure.
He turned slightly to look at both David and Janice and said, “I think the real question you desire is if this guy is capable of killing someone. We all have that ability, but most keep that affliction tucked away in the attic. I affirm he has mental problems of a very serious nature. When you see the tick and then the glassy eyed look, he has retreated into blackness that we really don’t understand or know how to treat very well. Too much has been assigned to the ‘I was abused as a child’ theory. Two things for us to think about, one is can we get him to admit a mental condition and number two does he realize his actions if indeed he is a murderer.”
“I’d like to add,” commented Janice, “Will he kill again question.”
“AJ said, “Only time will tell. A lot of ‘ifs’ enter the arena If we can identify who on the security tapes. If we can see the truth from Dr. Zee’s video tapes from his office, and if we discover why his wife is in a sanatorium in Europe when we have TB centers all over the states.”
David said, “We need to talk to her parents. That is center to our history of Dr. Zee. I hope she is lucid enough to carry on a conversation.”
“Not to worry guys, all will be revealed in time. That statement was not to placate you, quite the contrary, time is always on the perpetrators side. The good guys are always pushing the time envelop. Think before you act and act upon good thinking. Now if you can leave me with this tape I’d like to look at it again in the morning when I have a fresh brain.”
“Janice said, “Yes, it’s a copy so feel free to view it whenever you like.”
After they left, Alex sat with AJ while they once again ran the tape. After it was over, Alex asked, “You think this guy is the killer don’t you?”
; “Yes, I do. But proving it is another matter entirely. Motive is clear to me. He hates rich beautiful women. Sexual matter enters into the equation, but not sure how it fits just yet. Will he kill again? Damn rights and not so far off, if I don’t miss my guess. I think St. Pat’s day is when he will kill again. Even though he is being followed, he’ll slip the police. He’s not stupid when clear headed.”
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David lay on the single bed in his home away from home. He was fully clothed staring at the ceiling where the light from the parking lot threw moving shadows across the ceiling from the trees swaying from the slight breeze. His mind spoke to him saying, the only way to think like a criminal is to be one; more especially a killer. He was no stranger to killing.
David had spent a tour in Afghanistan, but he never talked about it. That would remain a topic for Dr. Jones at a future date. Fleetingly he remembered seeing innocent women and children randomly murdered for being suspected of collaboration with the west. Nothing was further from the truth, but who could think like those mountain dwellers. Here in America he was sworn to serve and protect with a sidearm to help him in his effort to protect. David Cockrun accepted the use of a sidearm and that was part and parcel of his tool kit: oiled, fully loaded with one in the chamber and a hair trigger. No one at the target range superseded his score.
David drifted off into a dreamless slumber with slightly erotic thoughts of Janice and her pine tree scent. Contrary to what Dr. Jones assumed, he had no nightmares to speak of. Nighttime was his friend; daylight sucked with head slamming headaches.
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