Jigsaw Jill VOL. 1-5

Jigsaw Jill Vol 1-5

by

Gary W Hancock

Copyright Gary Hancock 2020

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Prologue: Homicide Detective John P. StJohn was a Los Angeles Police Department Homicide detective. His ability to put clues together and solve many high profile cases earned him the name Jigsaw John. Even to this day, a officer that can piece together seemly unrelated clues is often called Jigsaw. This story even though it is fictitious is dedicated to him.

Officer Jill Thompson:

I was looking at my partner laying on the ground behind the squad car. The life slowly leaking out of his body through a leg wound. Those vests don't protect all of your body and either the killer was a marksman or just got lucky. It doesn't really matter in the end. Shot is shot. The shooter had gotten away cause I was to busy trying to stop the flow of blood and calling for help from anyone that could hear. An EMT crew was on the way and every cop car in the vicinity was responding to the officer down I had broadcasted over the radio. Charlie was going in and out of consciousness. I kept talking to him about anything that came to mind.

I started as far back as I could and told him about growing up with two parents that were as rich as could be. Dad had gotten into the tech world and bought tons of stock on those startup companies and had sold out before the Dotcom bubble popped. I really don't know how much he made but it must have been a couple hundred million. He met mom when she was doing the modeling bit right after she got out of high school. It wasn't his money that attracted her, because her family had come over from Italy traveling around the tip of South America and brought grape vines into Napa Valley. They must be worth a billion. So you see I was brought up in a house that had every thing money could buy. My parents really love each other and when mom got pregnant they just went wild with anticipation. How such a handsome man and a fashion model mom could have such a plain baby is a mystery.

Jillian Fiore Thompson was born July 31, 1994 named after both of her grandmothers. Not really a heavy baby but very long. Flaming red hair with the piercing blue eyes of a born interrogator. My physique would plague me for years.

Charlie, Charlie pay attention. I am telling you things I never told anyone else. Where was I, oh yes, I was born a skinny baby and grew up in luxury. It was ok while I was at home with all

the people that loved me, but life forces you to go to school at the tender age of six.

Mom couldn't have any more kids due to complications during my birth so I was it for the family. Only the best for my parent's only child and they enrolled me into the Academy for Rich Bitches. At least that is what I called it. The movie Mean Girls doesn't even compare to that place. It was bearable for me till I turned twelve. The other girls started getting their shape. Me I was just getting tall. I soon was the tallest one in the class and taller than some of my teachers. My shape was that of the number 1. I could hear them talking about me and making sure they were just loud enough for me to hear. I'll bet she is a member of the IBTC and giving me the nickname Ironing Board".

By the time High School rolled around, I was six feet tall and had the highest grades in the class. This only added fuel to the fire for those female classmates of mine. It is only a miracle that I didn't just withdraw into a shell of pity. But one thing I got from my parents was that neither of them belong to the group know as quitters.

Teddy Brooks:

I tracked Mona down today. She has been on my mind for ten years and now I had my turn in this play called Life. When I was in the ninth grade she made a fool of me in front of all the other students. I loved her the first time I saw her and had finally worked up the courage to ask her for a date and she humiliated me when she looked at me and said, What girl would go out with a loser like you. and she laughed in front of everybody. We were at the wooded area where all the kids hung out and smoked after school. I ran all the way home that day and cried in my room till my mother came home. I told her what had happened and she told me not to worry about that piece of trash and that one day I would find the right girl to marry and be happy.

Mona had married the captain of the high school football team. They had a pretty little house in a nice neighborhood. He owned a chain of sporting good stores and was traveling between them all the time. I think Mona is just as pretty now as when she was fifteen. She is not laughing at me now. The duct tape over her mouth keeps her moans and screams quiet and the plastic ties hold her arms and legs spread apart on the bed in her pretty little house. I am in charge and she is the one that is nothing now. I placed a pillow over her face and said, Don't worry Mona, just go to sleep.

Officer Jill Thompson:

Charlie pay attention don't you go to sleep on me. I am going to tell you why I always want to drive the patrol car. It began when I got old enough to get my license. I told dad that I wanted a Corvette or a Porsche. He looked at me and told me they were just too hot and fast for a first car. For the first time since I was five, I pouted and stomped off to my room. I came out for dinner and when I approached the table I could hear them talking about what to do. Dad looked at me and said, Between the end of school and your birthday. You will be in a different school. I called around and arranged for you to attend the Skip Barber School of Racing. First the Teen Safety and Survival School, then a One Day Driving School, a One Day High Performance School, a Three Day Racing School and finally a three day Advanced Racing School. I have also scheduled you for what is called an Evasive driving course that is given to police, bodyguards and Secret Service Agents. If you pass. Your choice of car. If you don't pass every single one of them, then I pick the car.

I am sure Daddy thought there was no way I was going to pass them all. Adults that have been driving for years, can't pass the racing classes the first time. But I was motivated and had been slipping around driving my best friend's Mustang GT350 for four months. Mulholland and Laurel Canyon are very crooked and I had been flying down them almost every day after school. I scored so high on the classes. that the instructors told me that I should think about racing for real. But I already knew what I wanted to do in life.

Remember the first day we rode together. You told me that as the older officer you would drive and I just ran to the car and got in. Grumbling you sat in the passenger seat and said, First screw up, you lose the wheel position. I then put the car in reverse and flew backwards across the parking lot and did one of those 180 turns and headed to the street. I'll never forget. You leaned over and said, Ok, you drive.

Where is that EMT. I looked at my watch and it had only been five minutes, it seemed like hours. Charlie's breath was getting shorter and shorter and I felt my heart skipping beats as I pressed on his leg trying to stop the red stain on the ground that was just getting bigger and bigger. Then the sound and lights

filled the air around me as hands picked me up and moved me to the side as they began to work on my best friend.

The hospital was just as bad, I couldn't do anything to help. I just sat there and brooded over what had happened. How did we just get fooled so bad? I could see now that it was obviously an ambush. The car had ran a red light in front of us. I turned on the lights and floored the accelerator. We had chased him only one block when he pulled into the alley and jumped out of the car. He had a shooting nest prepared that had a low wall that let him shoot over it only exposing his head and shoulders. I slid the car up next to his and jumped out. Charlie saw the gun first and hit me in the side knocking me to the ground. He was shot in the leg and laid in the open in front of the car. I started firing at the wall and drug him back to the shelter of the squad car. My door was still open and I reached in and used the radio.

My reminiscing was interrupted when the Lieutenant came up and sat next to me. All I could do was apologize for my partner getting shot and just started to babble about what had happened. He sat there till I stopped talking and told me that it was a trap. The guy had gotten away. There was a tunnel behind him that went to the next street and he must have had a car waiting. The Doc. came out and said Charlie had survived the surgery and we would have to wait till tomorrow to see him. Lt. told me that I should go home. I was on desk duty till everything was figured out.

Teddy Brooks:

I left her where she had laughed at me. The wooded area is now a shopping center and I put her where she belonged in the trash dumpster. That is the first but not the last of these inhuman people that made my life so unbearable. When I get through with my mission, all the women will be scared for their lives in this forsaken town,

I was expecting more from the newspapers,