Silenced Justice: A Josh Williams Novel by Joe Broadmeadow

daughter, still alive?"
    "I don't know," Josh answered. "I suppose it is the next logical step. I'll check DMV records and see if we can find her."
    The two headed towards the exit, just as they stepped outside a voice called out, "Lieutenant, could I have a moment please?"
    Major Church stood on the steps. Next to him stood a short, black man wearing a Boston Red Sox sweatshirt.
    Chris and Josh walked over.
    "I want to apologize for my outburst. My friend and roommate Nate here," putting his hand on the shoulder of the black man, "reminded me how times have changed. To be honest with you, I never knew Grey was in the general population until they notified me he was dead," sitting down on the stairs. "You have to understand, I was in charge but not in control. There was rampant corruption with the guards; the inmates did as they pleased. The best I could find out, one of the guards and Al Monson were cousins. If they did it, they hid their tracks well. No one wanted the truth, anyway. I'm sorry to say I didn't look harder," pausing a moment to look at his friend, he turned back at Josh. "You know who Monson is right?"
    Josh nodded. "We were just going to see if we could find his daughter and talk to her."
    Church looked at the ground, then back at Josh. "I'll save you the trouble. Sheila Monson killed herself two weeks after Grey died in prison. Al found her. It broke him. He died two years later from liver failure."

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 14

 
     
     
    September 11, 2009, 8:30 AM
    East Providence Police Headquarters
    East Providence, Rhode Island
     
     
    Lieutenant Charles Akerley brought Keira from the scene into the interview room. "Would you like a coffee or something?"
    "No thanks, Charley. Vodka maybe," Keira said, trying to smile. "I'll be fine."
    "You sure? It's no problem. I can get you anything you want, vodka included," Akerley answered. Friends since childhood, Charlie Akerley and Josh were still close. "We're gonna find out what went on here, Keira. I promise. No one is going to get near you."
    Tears formed in her eyes, she began to tremble, and then sob. Akerley put his arms around her. "I got you Keira, no worries."
    Akerley sat with Keira, letting her cry out her emotions. As his anger rose, the rage consumed him. When we find these bastards, I will kill them with my bare hands .
    Josh came in after an hour or so and sat next to his wife. "Thanks, Charlie.” Akerley stood, kissed Keira on the top of her head, and patted Josh on the shoulder.
    "You okay?" Akerley asked.
    "Yeah, I'm good. Thanks for staying with her."
    Akerley nodded, "No problem," leaning to whisper in Josh's ear. "When you find out who did this, I want a part in taking 'em out." He closed the door as left the room.
    Keira looked up, wiping her eyes, taking a deep, shaky breath to calm herself. "What the hell was that all about, Josh? Were they after me, or you, or both of us? This is crazy."
    "We don't know yet. One guy is dead. We think he's from Russia or somewhere. The other guy is a gang banger, MS-13. He's not talking, yet."
    Keira looked at Josh. "Russia? How do…? What do you mean, not talking yet?"
    "He's in the hospital. Sedated. Got a bunch of broken bones and a shit load of other injuries. We'll try talking to him as soon as we can."
    "Does he have a lawyer?" Keira asked.
    "A lawyer? Who cares if the piece of shit has a lawyer? If there hadn't been so many people around, I'd have shot the prick in the head right there."
    Keira tried to smile. "Thanks for trying to be my knight in shining armor, but I'd prefer we follow the law," reaching out, pulling him close.
    Tears welled up in his eyes. "I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you," trying to control his emotions. "I would kill someone if they hurt you, I would without hesitation."
    Keira hugged him. "Do this for me Josh. If you want to make me feel safe, follow the rules. It's what separates us from them. We play by the rules. You'll figure this