Murder in Liberty City

By Timothy Lasiter

Khan is a serial killer that is running rampid on the cold streets of Liberyt City. The FBI and Liberty City Detectives are HOT on the heels of this monster. Follow Marcus Sherwood, on a mission to find and kill him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Timothy Lasiter
• Release date: Feb 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386380047

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MURDER IN LIBERTY CITY

By

Timothy Lasiter

Dedicated to ATHANASIA

CHAPTER 1

Cookie walked to her new job on the streets of Liberty City. It was about 5:30 in the morning and 30 degrees outside. As Cookie walked, she suddenly felt an eerie presence in the air.

The street was dark; the sun had not begun to come up yet. All the buildings were abandoned and littered with debris. The city was not able to repair the old buildings and fix the local debt at the same time.

She was told by her mother every morning to watch her back and never speak to the homeless people that littered the cold curbsides. Her mother meant everything to her, and this job was a fresh start for her. Cookie tried to think of how this job was going to be different from any of the last thousand posts that she had.

The sun was coming up, and there were only two blocks to go, she saw the fluorescent lights that blinked slowly on her building, the lights were like a beacon of hope to her. She was determined to succeed, and neither the cold nor the sightings of a killer in her neighborhood could stop her now.

As she crossed the street, she heard a noise. It was a scary sound that caught her attention; she panicked and started to jog.

Come on Cookie, you’re a big girl, don’t freaking spook yourself, but she knew that she was already too late because she had frightened herself.

The street did not have any homeless people on it; strangely enough, it didn’t have any people on it at all. All that was there was despair and hopelessness left by the citizens that ran to the suburbs when the times got rough.

As she jogged the last block in her two-inch heels, her left heel broke, she fell to one knee and skinned it.

Aww, this is the most important day of my life, and I have to mess up the only pair of stockings that I have!

She screamed as she looked up at the sky like she had a personal line to God. As she got up and dusted herself off, she heard the same eerie sound, except this time it was getting closer. Not only closer to her, but also closer to her heart. She had a bad feeling about this moment, and at that point, she wished that she had stayed in bed.

Ok, you picked the wrong girl, so you better get out of her before its trouble! she said in a firm but scared voice.

Cookie picked up her pace and kept her eyes on the light on top of her building. She knew that when she made it to the building, she would be safe.

As she got to the corner of the next street, a stranger popped up in front of her from the side of a building. Cookie jumped back and let out a high-pitched scream. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest with fright.

Shit man, you don’t own the street, excuse you!

Cookie tried to go around the stranger but as she stepped to her right so did he, she went to her left, and so did he. She looked up and said, my boyfriend is right behind me, so you better get the...

Before she could finish her sentence, the stranger grabbed her by the throat and threw her against the cold brick wall. She tried to murmur words, but nothing came out.

The stranger threw her to the ground in the opposite direction of her job. She quickly rose to her feet and started to run. Her voice was gone, she ran never looking back to see where the stranger was.

She saw a diner one block up the street. All she could think about was her mother and how this is not the way it was going to end.

Her other heel broke on her shoe, but she kept her stride refusing to fall. The fear was pushing her body to another level. She never knew that she could run so fast. She knew that if she had fallen, it would be that last time that she would fall. The diner was just steps ahead, and she was going to make it.

As she barged into the entrance of the diner, she pushed the door open and fell to the ground; she felt like she had made it to holy ground.

Help me somebody, please God!

She screamed from the bottom of her heart. The teardrops poured from her eyes. She felt as if she was in a bad dream and there was no way of waking up from it. To her dismay, she crawled to the boots of a person standing in the middle of the aisle way.

She looked up and was startled to see the stranger standing in front of her. She looked into his eyes and saw burned flesh on his whole face; one of his eyes was completely white. The scars on his face were raw, and some dripped of puss and blood. He wore a trench coat that smelled of smoke and a black hat.

He had an ax in his right hand. Cookie laid on the ground; tears ran down her red cheeks.

Please no God, no!

The stranger raised the ax mid-shoulder, and with skilled accuracy, he struck Cookie in her face. The blow of the ax was swift, and Cookie did not cry anymore.

The stranger looked around the diner and saw the bodies of the employees that he had killed a half hour before Cookie. This man, this beast, had no mercy.

An older woman laid face down on a table with blood dripping from her neck. The cook laid still as his body had been cut open from his throat to his abdomen; his body is literally cooking on the grill after the stranger threw his body on the hot steel. The carcass of a waitress was at the entrance of the kitchen tied to a hook; her feet were bound with blood-soaked rope.

The stranger wiped the fresh dripping blood off the ax onto a tablecloth. As boldly as he entered the diner, he left.

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CHAPTER 2

If he can be seen, he can be hit, if he can be hit he can be killed, what about if a lot of people have seen him, but no one lives to tell the story?

Private investigator Marcus Sherwood thought to himself. Marcus was German, Irish, and a retired Catholic. His skin color was a year-round olive and his hair a sandy brown. He was proud of his beer belly that he was just starting to get on his thirtieth birthday earlier this year.

The killings that had come to Liberty City had finally hit home for Marcus.

He sat in his one-bedroom apartment watching the 5:00 news and wondered how long it would take for Liberty City P.D. to catch the bum.

This just into the WJBK newsroom, the boogeyman has struck again. We go live to Kent Rodriguez at the Dakota trails diner on Liberty City’s north side.

Kent stood on the outside of the diner with a look of disbelief on his face and a tear in his eye.

Diana, when we first arrived here, I was in horror to find that a number of bodies were found at the Dakota diner behind me. Police are not giving much information at this time. But what we are betting on is that this is the work of the F.B.I. proclaimed Boogeyman.

You then see a crew of police officers pushing the television crew away from the scene of the crime.

We do know at this time that there are at least five people dead and maybe others that are at different locations and this brings the body count of the Boogeyman to a staggering 57 murders, yes 57 murders in the last two months.

Kent starts to lower his head; he appears to be a tear in his eye.

As we find out more information Diana, we will report back to you. Live from Dakota trails, I am Kent Rodriguez, Diana back to you.

Marcus sat in his la z boy with a flask of Jack Daniel’s in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other hand. He was a private investigator who specialized in cheaters and finding deadbeat dads for child support. Little did he know that today was the day that his life was going to change forever.

The telephone rang in Marcus’s apartment; he stared at it hoping that it would stop before he had to get out of his chair. After five rings he figured that it must be important.

Hello, I am not home, call me tomorrow bye, Marcus said in his professional voice.

Marcus, quit messing around this is important, his best friend George said.

Did you see the news; the whole city is damn near shut down.

Yes, George you’re not the only person in the world that has a TV, Marcus said.

Right, but any way you think they have a reward for this piece of shit, George said.

How in the hell should I know, call 911 and call me back later George porgy.

Click, and Marcus hung up the phone.

CHAPTER 3

Ray Sherwood, Cheryl Fox, and Thomas Colbert all sat on a small jet headed for Liberty City. They had been sent on this mission for a reason. Ray and Cheryl were partners, Thomas was their boss.

The ride was quiet and tense for Cheryl, for some reason she seemed uneasy when she was around Thomas, it was evident around Ray.

Hey, Cheryl, you have been on a plane before, haven’t you? Ray said in a joking manner.

Yeah, it’s just this feeling I got in my stomach, Cheryl replied.

Cheryl couldn’t look Ray in the eyes; she couldn’t turn her head from the window.

Well crew, we have a couple of rooms at the Hilton if you guys want, Thomas said.

No thanks Colbert, I think I’ll stay with my nephew. I told you about him didn’t I Cheryl? He’s a hell of a kid, I damn near raised him myself after his dad died, Ray said.

Why don’t you bring him down to the Bureau? Cheryl asked.

I have always tried to, but he wants to do his own thing you know how you kids are nowadays, Ray said.

Thank you for constantly reminded me of our age difference Ray, Cheryl said.

Not a problem, Ray said with a smile.

Ray, I want you to start on this first thing in the morning. I want you to go set up shop at the temporary office, they are expecting us early, and I don’t get up until at least twelve, Thomas said without a smile on his face.

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