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Saints or Martyrs?	By : cheryl64 Category: 1 through F > Boondock Saints Views: 1433 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(Note: Character death in this Chapter)

“Lilith, what do you expect? Most fear Lucifer as much as the creator.” Shiva said leaning make on the couch. “Luckily for you I am not as fearful because I have learned there is always a way around an obstacle. In this case you cannot directly cause their deaths. But there are ways to cause pain without causing death. These are the means you must use.”
“I want them to suffer! That's impossible without inflicting pain on them.” Lilith replied. “I especially want Murphy screaming in pain. He denied me that, No matter the pain he was in, he withheld his screams. He couldn't even give me a whimper.” Lillith harumphed in disgust.
“Take heed Lilith.” Shiva said. “I will teach you how to make a saint wail with grief. Learn well and you will have the means to rend their very souls to shreds.”
*****
Right now, Eunice was remembering why she had moved north. The heat and the humidity. Miami has both in spades, it was like trying to walk while wrapped in a hot wet blanket. She breathed a sigh of relief as the door closed behind her. How did people live down here before air-conditioning was invented she wondered.
She walked up to the reception desk and showed her badge. “Special Agent Eunice Bloom. I'd Like to speak with Special Agent Juan Ybarra. I understand he's in charge of the Castro case.”
The agent on the desk nodded and picked up the phone. While waiting for an answer he said “Boston Office? Why would you come all the way down here for a piece of shit like Castro?”
“I work out of the Boston office but I'm in charge of the Saints case. I hear there are some details that may just put this case in my lap too.”
The agent at the desk was speaking into the phone now. “There's a Special Agent Bloom down here to see Ybarra about Castro.” The man nodded and hung up the phone. Standing up he gestured to a bank of elevators. “Fourth floor Agent Bloom. Take a left when you get off the elevator Ybarra's office is the second one on the right.”
“Thank you.” Eunice answered heading to the elevator.
When the door opened an younger hispanic male was about to step off. “Agent Bloom?” He looked at her and at her nod held out his hand. “I'm Juan Ybarra. If you don't mind I'd like you to see the crime scene. There's a very slight chance I'm wrong but I think your 'Saints' are expanding their territory.”
*****
Greenley looked at the dark haired woman sitting next to him. God she was beautiful. Her long straight hair hung down her back and Almond shaped chocolate eyes were ringed by a heavy eyeliner giving her vaguely Middle Eastern look.
“Why don't we find somewhere a bit more private...Detective?” She asked placing a dainty hand on his arm.
Greenley tried to think, there was something he was supposed to be doing. Fuck him if he could remember. All he could think about was the exotic beauty at his side. “Ah sure. Where?”
“I know a place where we can have complete privacy.” She smiled up at him. “It's just a couple of blocks away.”
“Okay.” Greenley said sounding goofy even to his own ears and allowing himself to be led from the deli.
*****
“So now that we are one our way perhaps you would be so kind as to tell me why you called me.” Eunice said from the passenger seat as Juan navigated the streets of Miami.
“You took over the Saints case after Smecker died right?” Juan asked. “You know their crime scenes are unique. I processed the Copley Plaza crime scene.”
“So I take it this scene is similar?” Eunice asked.
“It's identical in the staging and ritualization of the bodies, and Castro was executed last one his knees. Two bullets to the back of his skull crisscrossed inside his brain before exiting out of his eye sockets.”
“That certainly sounds like the Saints.” Eunice said.
“Look I'm going to be totally honest with you Agent Bloom. I don't want this case.” Juan told her.
“Eunice” She said.
“What?” Juan glanced at her in confusion.
“Watch the road cowboy.” She said directing his attention to a car stopped for a red light in front of them. “If you're going to give me total honesty call me Eunice.”
“Alright Eunice,” He said as the light turned green. “The Copley Plaza was a favor to Boston PD and the FBI, through INTERPOL and Scotland Yard in the mix too! Everybody and their grandfather wanted a piece of Yuri Petrova and your Saints took him out.”
Juan lit a cigarette and rolled down the window before he continued. “Castro? Same shit different state. Getting anything to stick to that SOB was like trying to get water to sit on a duck's back. He walked out of court a free man a couple days ago.
Now he's dead and the world's a better place for it. So to be totally honest, far as I'm concerned; I'd pin a fucking medal on the saints and send them on their merry way with my thanks before I'd arrest them.”
*****
Connor heard the knocking on the door and pulled his pillow over his head determined to ignore it. After a few minutes he sat up a glanced over at Murphy's bed. Almost as if to mock his brother, Murphy let out a soft snore. The knocking came again more insistent this time.
“Fuck!” Connor muttered before calling out “Hold ye fuckin horses, dammit! I'm coming!”
Tossing one more disgusted look at Murphy who could sleep throuh a fucking earthquake, he padded into the living room and to the door. Opening the door he was shocked to see Duffy and Dolly standing there.
Connor blinked at them for a second. Was Dolly...crying? And Duffy looked shell-shocked.
“What tha fuck, Conn?” Murphy mumbled behind him having just waited long enough for Connor to get up before following him. “Ye gonna make em stand intha hally all night?”
“Guys...” Dolly started before a fresh round of tears started.
“Greenbeans is dead.” Duffy whispered almost as if saying it softly could make it less true. “They found his body a couple of hours ago. He, he...” Duffy broke down.
“What?” Connor said. “Get in here.” Connor urged the two men inside and to the small kitchen when Murphy had managed to find a couple of clean glasses and poured two shots setting them in front of Dolly and Duffy.
Dolly swallowed the shot in one gulp and Murphy refilled his glass. Dolly took a deep breath. “Somebody gutted him. They took their time and removed all of his organs and bagged them. All those bags were arranged around him and..” Dolly broke down again.
“Any thoughts on who did it?” Connor asked.
When Duffy just shook his head, Murphy spoke. “Ye find out anythin ye'll let us know.”
*****
“He was a nobody!” Lilith yelled. “What purpose does this serve?”
“Lilith, I told you there are ways. You should try seeing the ways, he was their friend and thanks to Kali he's dead.” Shiva reached out and wrapped his hand around Lilith's throat giving her a shake. “It was a slow painful death. When your MacManus Brother realize the extent of his suffering, we will let them know that he died because of them. And we will let them know that David Greenley is only the beginning.”
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