JOSH & MORRIS PT1

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"Yeah, ask me anything," Joshua said.

"Have you tried finding her? Like searching through the missing children list? Or police reports?" Spiderman asked while leaning back on the wall.

Joshua nodded, "Of course I have. I've been checking the list and news for the past seven years. Even tried to find those who adopted her, but their address came out blank. Guess they were fake. Hired a couple of private investigators with whatever little money I had, but... Yeah, a dead end."

"I see... Ok then. You still remember that cop's face who arrested the guy who..." Before Spiderman could finish his words...

Joshua nodded, "I do. How could I forget that bastard's face? Fucker set me up to rot in prison for 20 years and for what? Killing a terrorist who murdered God knows how many innocents! Fuck! I wish I killed that piece of shit cop too..." Joshua took out a cigarette and lit it up. He took a long drag and blew the smoke out with a sigh. "Sorry. Shouldn't curse like that in front of a superhero. I just couldn't hold it in."

Spiderman waved his hand, "It's ok. I understand... Here." He took out a small pen, "This has a hidden camera. Press here. It will start recording. Get close to him and ask some questions. Record his every reaction. Maybe he'll slip out some info." He handed Joshua the pen. "And since it's been years, that guy must be retired, but swing by the station just in case to see if they got new info or that guy is still working or maybe his partner or junior still works there. I'm sure you will find some familiar faces in there. Then go straight to the dinner opposite the station. The cops usually dine there most often." He took out a roll of cash and handed it to Joshua. "When a bunch of cops gathers together, they talk, a lot. And the waiters pick up everything. Pay him to open his mouth. Get the names of a few corrupt cops and I will take it from there."

Joshua took the money and the pen. He was stunned, "Holy hell... Man, you are really gonna help me? For real? Ok, ok... I'll do it. I... I'll do as you say."

"Good. Oh yeah, try to stay safe and don't do anything stupid when or if you see that cop... You know his name?" Spiderman asked.

Joshua nodded, "Detective Morris. Robert Morris. A bald guy with a scar on his cheek."

Spiderman nodded, "Ok. I'll meet you here tomorrow night. Get some sleep. And Josh, I promise, I'll find Sarah. Till then hang in there." He webbed to the roof and disappeared under the snowy night sky.

Joshua took a deep drag and slowly blew out the smoke, "Sarah... Wait for me... Daddy is coming..." He smiled and threw the cigarette away. Then he went inside his cardboard house.

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[Next Morning] [10:30 AM]

Morris sat behind the desk in his office, smoking a cigar while reading a magazine. It was a quiet day in Manhattan and he didn't have to go around patrolling like other officers because he's the boss now. Captain Morris. Well, technically he's not yet a captain, but people address him as one anyway since next week he's finally going to be promoted.

His phone rang suddenly and startled him. Morris took a deep drag from his cigar and picked up the phone, "Yeah?"

"Detective Morris? Someone's here to see you. Says he wants to ask about Sarah O'Neil," the voice on the other side said.

Morris coughed violently upon hearing that name. "Shit! That name..." He mumbled, "Um... A homeless guy?"

"Yes. Sir. Should I send him in?" the assistant asked.

Morris quickly shook his head, "No! No... Um... Tell him... Fuck! Ok. Tell him to wait for me at the Groff's Dinner, I will meet him there in ten minutes."

"Ok, sir. Understood," the assistant replied.

Morris hung up and smashed the cigar into the ashtray. He sighed, "Shit! Why the fuck does he want to ask about her? Arggg!" He grabbed his chest. His heart was beating fast as if it was going to pop out any second. "Fuck! I'm fine... Calm down... It's been twenty-seven years already... No one would suspect a thing..." He opened the cabinet and took out a bottle of pills. Morris popped one pill in his mouth and chewed it. He took a deep breath, "Calm down Robert... You are going to be captain soon. Everything is good... Nothing happened... You are clean... Yeah... Clean..."

He got up from the chair and straightened his tie. Morris checked himself in the mirror and put on his hat. He then left his office, "I'm heading out. Take care of things until I come back."

"Yes sir!" the officers saluted.

Morris stepped out of the precinct and walked toward the dinner opposite the station. As he entered the dinner, Morris saw Joshua sitting near the window looking out through the glass.

"Josh," Morris called out.

Joshua turned around and stood up upon seeing Morris. He gave a smile, "Detective Morris... Long time no see. Remember me?"

"It's Captain Morris now. Sit down and order something first before we talk. I'm starving," Morris sat down and called out a waiter. He ordered two burgers and two coke. The waiter then took their orders and left.

Joshua looked around, "Man... This place sure brings back memories."

Morris nodded, "Yeah. Still can't believe Groff is dead."

Joshua sighed, "Yeah, poor sod, got gunned down... Shit, life is so damn unfair. Good men like Groff dying young, meanwhile assholes like us live to see another day... Man, I hope he rests in peace."

Morris cleared his throat, "Yeah, may he rest in peace. So Josh, what brings you here after all these years? Don't tell me you are in trouble again?"

"You know exactly why I'm here, detective... Or should I call you Captain Morris?" Joshua leaned forward and whispered, "Sarah. The address you gave me is fake, and there isn't any information about her anywhere. What went wrong, man? You told me to trust you, and I did... But, she's my daughter, Captain... My only family... You gotta tell me something. Anything... Please..." Joshua pleaded with tears in his eyes.

Morris wiped the sweat off his forehead and gulped, "I... Walk away from this Josh. Time has passed, and there's nothing you or I can do about it..."

"Really, that's all. I fucking took the heat, trusting your words," Josh slammed the table, making Morris and everyone around them jump a little. "And look where it landed me? In jail for 20 years of my life... For killing a terrorist! Fuck! I wish I killed you too when I had the chance..."

"You think I don't want to help you? I have two daughters myself. Last month, one got into an accident... I nearly lost her. We were lucky there was a kidney donor, if not... I don't even want to imagine that. I know how you feel Josh... I really do. As a father, I can understand your pain... But Sarah's case is closed. Even if I wanted to help, I couldn't. There is nothing I can do Josh... Really..." Morris sighed while rubbing his template.

After a brief pause, he continued, "Look, I'm sorry... I know it wasn't fair to you... But what's done is done. Don't waste your life looking for Sarah... You know what? I heard there is a support group for prisoners who recently got out of jail. They provide food, shelter, clothes, and counseling. I can hook you up with them if you want. Trust me, it really helps. Find a job, and get your life back on track. Start new."

Joshua clenched his fist tight and gritted his teeth, "So that's it, huh?"

"These people. You don't want to mess with them, Josh. Trust me, I'm trying to protect you... Look, the one you killed. He got a big background, so big that..." Morris lowered his voice as he took a quick glance around him, "Even the FBI couldn't touch him... Josh, do yourself a favor and forget about Sarah. If you keep this up, your life and my life will both be over. Now, I know you don't care what happens to you, but I do. I have a wife and two daughters... Without me, they will be... Please... Don't do anything stupid, Josh..."

"Who are these people? Give me a name or anything, and I will get out of your hair forever," Joshua asked.

Morris shook his head, "I... Can't..."

Joshua sighed, "Figures... Once a corrupt cop, always a corrupt cop..." He leaned forward and whispered, "Let me tell you a story. Back in prison, I was labeled a murderer. But you know the plus side of that? I made a few friends. Some really bad people... They are well, pure lunatic psychos... People who live for blood. I don't want to do this, but," He stood up, "...try to sleep with an eye open at night, yeah?"

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