Third Eye's Not Blind
Third Eye’s Not Blind
CS Parker
2018
1
How did it start again?
Let me think my mind is not the same since I lost my vision. Well it wasn’t my vision of eyes but of the third eye. But that was years ago let me think oh yes I was walking the yard just before my paper, the Boston Globe arrived in the morning.
I was not young then at 65 but I was and remain retired for the most part. The gold turned grey and white in my 40s and 50s when I was the secret weapon of the Framingham Police Department, Detectives Division.
Yeah I was a cop for 30 years after the marines and my life to this day still remains rigorous in order and repetition. Every day in the early morning I walk the yard of my two bedroom house on the somewhat more illustrious part of Framingham called North Side being on the North side of Route 9.
I once shared a bigger house with my two daughters and my wife, but after they all moved on the house seemed empty and laboriously big. My daughter Jen is married and near a divorce but the other Ally is still single she was in her early thirties then with only one kid an a figure that has kept men always coming and going insane.
So I walked on the inside of the shrubs and then the outside on the inside trip I didn’t find anything but on the outside… Oh I forgot to say, my wife is deceased and then and now I’m more sure she still alive somewhere and I will join her when I die she waits for me.
2
But anyway I was walking on the outside of the chest high shrubs I found what looked like trash and indeed was several scratched lottery tickets. I picked them up when I got closer. As I looked through them I realized they were not losers and Bam! I was thrust into a vision from my third eye. This had been happening for as long as I can remember. When I was younger they called them seizures in the army they called it PTSD and when I began to hone them. But wait I must tell you about Major Betts he was convinced PTSD and in fact all mental disorders are really variations of our own psychic powers unexplained and unhoned. He was in his forties but had a full head of white hair he kept in a crew cut he maintained high and tight. He was pushing for more experimentation into the psychic arts and how to use them in battle and war. Naturally he finally found an appeasing general Deever Klout a three star general who was eager to get his 4th star. Klout started the program and I was picked for some reason. The predecessor of persistence was seizure and Betts was sure that I had the gift.
So I honed my skills for years and began to see into the past with truth and virality the visions seemed so real I swore I was really there but I know I wasn’t. so how did these winners get here well back to the vision…
3
“Cut the shit Barry we are on the way. If you don’t want to do this anymore you don’t have to but don’t expect any favors or money.” The man driving the brown panel van was by all tells being serious and the tall man he was was used to getting what he wanted. Quite the little quarrel I thought.
Then the younger shorter man who was very stocky took down the visor to use the mirror but some lottery tickets fell down.
“Fuck you and your money.” He said throwing the tickets out the window. “And fuck the fentanyl too I don’t need that shit.” I was trained to look for tattoos or any sign that would make the individuals stand out. He looked in the mirror and indeed he had a cut under his eye in a half moon.
I was confused for the driver did not have long nails. “What the fuck you expect I hope it hurts you assholes.” Said a female voice from the back.
“Why isn’t she gagged?”
“She was I don’t know what happened.”
“You losers cant tie shit now untie me and let me go before I scream…”
Then the vison faded.
“Holy shit.” I said under my breath.
I was close to another criminal and these ones I got the feeling could be killers at least the driver seemed ruthless enough and the other was dangerous as well.
4
My gift was limited to seeing the past not seeing the future so I couldn’t be sure what happened to the lady. I could only hope she was still alive and I could get to her. I had glimpsed a partial plate number. I didn’t even look down to see my paper had arrived and on the front page of the Boston Herald came the headline Nipple-less killer strikes again two new bodies found in Framingham, MA.
It was a long shot but I knew most good criminals would replace the plate and attach another as a precaution. I decided to pay a visit to my old slightly younger partner Henry Stallone who was now a lieutenant in the Framingham Police Department Detective Division.
5
“Hey Henry.”
“Hey Shawn how are you bro.”
“Good Sly how about yourself?”
“Wow Sly haven’t heard that one for like 20 minutes.”
“Boys still giving you shit? Well at least you have the biggest office in the place, look at this its monstrous.”
“You noticed yeah this is my place of privacy. So what is it I can help you with you seemed pretty tight lipped on the phone.”
“I got a possible lead on a partial plate. I think it could be something big. Have any hookers gone missing?” I asked even though the woman didn’t have the tell tale track marks of a hooker potted face or disheveled look. In fact I remembered her teeth, in that she had all of them. Something didn’t add up that’s how I knew I was onto something big.
“Not many most just doing the revolving jail door but nothing abnormal why you think we got a crazed serial killer in out little town?” I was notorious for taking down Jake the Ripper, and several other smaller serial killers.
“City now.”
“Yeah still getting used to that.”
“Heard there’s a lot more funding.”
“Well that’s true.”
“Maybe time for a new police station.”
“Or an expansion.”
“Ok so look up this.”
“Oh no I don’t want you to tell me until you have something. Here…” He pushed his chair back and stood up. “Here you go sit down.”
“Thanks pal.”
“No problem brosaphaine.” He said and I laughed. “You always liked that one.”
“Yeah it’s a good one.”
“Alright. I’ll be at the coffee station.”
“OK.” I sat down and got to work.
I filled out the partial --ABK1 brown panel van. I came up with no possible locals after five minutes I was about to leave because I didn’t know what else to do. Then I thought of something. “White.” I knew criminals would sometimes paint vans or vehicles they stole to throw off the cops. So I changed it in the computer and waited.
I got a hit!
But wait something was attached. Some sort of paperwork it was a police report. I looked down to the description and read it. The van had been stolen. I figured it couldn’t hurt to talk to the guy who lost it so I quickly jotted down the address and name a Benjamin Brantly, he was in town. Or in city rather.
6
So I drove my 49 ford pickup that was painted a deep army green that upon its purchase was the talk of the locals and cops but it never left the continental united states as far as I believe. It drove like a chap no sputters or spits and I loved it and kept it clean puttering around with the engine.
The house was on the North Side but over in Saxonville where I lived was called Nobscott.
I arrived and it was a Saturday and many of the roads residents were out working in their lawns or just catching some air. I pulled up to the driveway. The house was on the top of a hilly street called Pamela Road. The road was filled with modest homes but at the end there was a monstrous one. It must have been one of the local teardowns and it looked great brickwork mixed with stone it had to have at least 4 bedrooms by the look of it. I kept the truck on the street. I walked up the driveway to the door and delicately rang the bell. It chimed inside and a woman appeared as I looked inside I could see a fat but cute Brazilian come over to the door. Framingham had a sister city in brazil and indeed there were a lot of people from brazil that chose to make their home in Framingham and the surrounding towns. So I wasn’t surprised to see a maid that was a brazil. She opened the door and smiled.
“Dr. not home.”
“No esta aqui?”
“No. No.” She even added an introspective, “No not till 5.”
She closed the door and looked out the window to see that I left quietly.
I walked the path through the yard to the driveway and I stopped at the three car garage and looked inside. The ford focus in the drive way was probably the maids. Inside there was an old porche 944 bright red and a 911 Carrera convertible was this his and hers porches? I wasn’t sure but I decided not to go back and question the maid. I also saw the empty space where the van was parked or so I assumed by the oil markings on the empty driveway place.
“Excuse me.”
I jumped
It was the wife draped in jewelry on the neck, hand and wrist. She preferred gold that much I could tell. “Were you looking for my husband?”
“I believe I was he had reported his van stolen.”
“oh yeah that was months ago did you find it? Are you a cop?”
“Retired chasing down another angle.”
“I don’t know what that means. Let me get my glasses so I can have a look at you.” She walked over to the Carrera and opened the door some lottery tickets fell out. She go the glasses and looked me up and down.
“So is it you or your husband that plays the lottery?”
“Oh he used to not that we need the money but its fun.”
“He had a gambling problem goes to meetings but he don’t touch them anymore. He’s always on me to stop but I play at work.”
“What do you do?”
“Oh we are both Dr’s at the UMass Memorial in Worcester. Today is my day off so yes about the van I had been on him for years to get rid of the thing he had it for his stupid brother who was a contractor but there were shelves with no tools. He sold all the tools for crack and got himself into pulling armed robberies and caught a state sentence of 5-7. My husband was keeping it for him even kept it registered and insured for what reason I will never understand but he is kind of an odd duck but I’m used to him by now. Here…”
She pulled out a pen and paper and wrote down the number for her husband. “He is a psychiatrist at the hospital too. It can be busy there but leave a message and he will get back to you.” And I did just that on the way home but I got the voicemail. I didn’t want to spook him so I hung up. Five minutes later I called back and the line was busy.
7
I wasn’t anywhere close to the hospital but I decided to stop by. I looked for the police report and I then remembered I had left it on Sly’s desk. Crap, if only she had given me her number too. I rang the line again, still busy. I wasn’t sure how to find him but the old adage that ‘if you don’t know ask’ rang in my head. I was on the way up the hill to the parking lot and I saw a tan van drive by.
AND THE PLATE!
Holy shit!
I whipped around traffic and pulled off a U-turn on a 4 lane road.
The van turned a corner I had all hope he didn’t see. Was it the dr? I wasn’t sure but it didn’t look like the man driving in the vision. Could this be a 3rd individual. The van slowed and pulled up to what looked like an abandoned building.
I recognized him when he got out. It was the short stocky litter bug. I started to get restless as he went into the building. The place had a driveway that wend down a decline to a grarage. The litter but, or trashy, parked on the street and then it was just a coupld steps to the front door. I parked on the other side of the road and waited till he was inside to make my move.
I went into the glove box and got my old radio incase I had to call it in. at least I could get him for a stolen vehicle.
I hoped the woman was inside and ok.
8
I walked to the door and lowly turned the handle the door groaned as I went inside and I heard her.
“Help!”
I could see Trashy run out the back. I turned the corner and found a smell so putred I threw up some of it getting projected onto the piles of shit and waste and rotting human parts decaying on the floor.
As I leaned over to vomit I had one thought “Leave!”
And I almost did but I stood up first and used the top of my shirt to cover my nose and mouth then I saw it the most miserable and disgusting thing I had ever seen the missing nipples on fish hooks in the great room. It looked like there were hundreds but I didn’t know some in the back were just pieces of flesh and male and female reproductive parts. Still to this day I have never seen anything so disgusting in my life. Then I saw her naked and chained to the wall. And it was not the woman oh god was this only one of a couple houses. They had obviously killed others but I feared how many.
I had to pull myself out of it because she was bleeding. Her throat was cut and she was bleeding out. I took my shirt off and tried to stop the bleeding with one hand and called it in on the radio at the same time. “Got one victim perp driving panel van I’m at 114 Lake Ave. in Worcester and there is a victim bleeding out and I’m right down the street from the hospital please come quick.”
9
The ambulance arrived quickly and the medics said to me that she would live because of my actions. It felt really good to hear that.
The next logical step was to go find the good doctor.
“Brosaphine.” I looked up to see my good friend Sly.
“Well it looks like they are not dummied killing em in Worcester and dumping them in Framingham. Its not great probably changed vehicles by now.” He paused for a second the nipples swayed on the breeze from the open windows, but that smell wasn’t going anywhere.
“Someone get these damn things bagged.” And then he looked back at me. “Shawn I’ve never seen anything like this.”
“Me either this is some sick shit.”
“We found some fresh vomit.”
“Oh yeah that’s mine.”
“Oh ok. That’s fine but it seems you puked on a prescription bottle.”
“The girls?”
“We aren’t sure right now don’t know her name she’s in shock. Gonna let her rest a bit.”
“Alright I’m gonna go”
“Go home Shawn, get some rest try and forget this shit Lord knows I won’t.” And then he yelled out to me, “Doctors name is Benjamin Brantly.”
11
I got to my car and I stopped looked at my watch. ‘He should still be there’, and pulled my second U-turn of the day this one on a street muddled with cops and emergency vehicles.
I found his office and his secretary greeted me with a, “Hello.”
“Yes?” It seemed I was out of sorts my adrenaline was still pumping and I felt like collapsing but I had to stay focused lives were on the line.
“Can I help you?”
“Yeah.” I was out of it but I made myself focus.
“Do you have an appointment?”
“No I was wondering if I could talk to the doctor about a stolen vehicle.”
“Oh well unfortunately he just stepped out of the office said he probably wouldn’t be back. Now I got to stay and reschedule all his appointments and I’m sick of it. You know I put up with a lot do you know how many new clients we’ve had over the past year 300. They come for a couple visits and then just drop off the face of the earth. I don’t really like watching the news anymore because it seems that someone is killing our patients. Our database keeps getting hacked. I’ve had to change my password like 30 times its ridiculous you know what I’m going home too I don’t need this shit.”
“Was he the one in the grey coat and sun glasses?”
“I told him it wasn’t cold or sunny but does he ever listen to me? Nooo…
12
I rushed down the hall and out the front door I saw the Dr. getting into a car. I made my way to the car and followed. Then I thought about the medicine bottle. Was it really the same doctor? Then why didn’t I recognize him? I wish I had my siren where did I put it?
I hit a bump and the glove box opened and I saw something fall out. My siren. I put it on the roof of my car and zoomed until I was right behind him and pulled him over.
“Dr we busted your friend.”
When I looked at him I knew it was the guy. We didn’t have his friend but he didn’t know that or did he?
“We know about the women.”
“Where are the agreements I have them somewhere?” He looked around and in his briefcase he found them. “They all signed it its mercy. They were all in such pain they wanted to die. I wouldn’t just kill someone they were in so much pain they decided to die but they couldn’t kill themselves then their family wouldn’t get anything.”
He handed them to me and I saw what it was. A contract, a contracted signed for the Dr. to kill them. I couldn’t believe it. I leafed through the contracts and I knew where the other man was going.
“All units serial killer on the way to the North Side of Framingham.
13
I waited outside and sure enough the brown van came up. They made the arrest. Attempted kidnapping, murder and attempted murder on the own Dr’s wife. That was the name I had seen in the group of files.
I saw the look on the Dr’s face one of the cops had brought him along. He seemed crushed and I wondered which one would he miss more her or her money.
This one was far from over. They linked the pair to over 60 murders while many of others of the good Dr’s patients still listed as missing. I had the feeling that they would be finding more bodies for years to come.
Trial lasted 2 weeks and the verdict returned on the good Dr. was Not Guilty. They didn’t even care that he dismembered the victims when it was supposed to be a mercy killing not some form of sick entertainment. Since he wasn’t found guilty of a felony he was back at the office for two months before he got caught selling prescriptions and was given 5-7 years and lost his license to practice medicine.
His partner on the other hand wasn’t so lucky he got whacked with everything not beating even one charge. The consensus was that he had done most of the ‘leg’ work. And things went back to normal in our sleepy city and I hibernated until the next time my skills would be needed but I’m nearing 80 now and the third eye is getting lazy.
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