Seven Years Ago

We headed to the loft of Bobby Jenson....Wally Clark's partner... I sure wish this red moon wasn't up and currently sapping Monica of her power to read minds...It was an extra advantage to working with her.. but now we had to solve a crime like normal detectives.

Bobby Jenson , was a pro-football player...He had won a super bowl with the Eagles...two to be exact and one with the San-Francisco 49ers and had returned here and won one more with the Eagles..He was a big name in this town..and now he was one half of a successful real estate firm...

Monica and I had checked him out before we interviewed him.....

Born and Raised in Philadelphia...Educated in Public Schools..Graduated from Clemson....Drafted
in the first round by the Tampa Bay Buccaneers..He played one year for them and then was traded to the Eagles and then the 49ers....

Their office was filled with photos of his illustrious career.....

"Man, I've been a fan of yours for like forever..." I said..

He laughed...

"I can't tell you how many times I hear that.." he said...

"I don't watch football..but my dad loved you...He used to take me and my twin sister to see you ,even when you were no longer playing for the Eagles."said Monica...

He smiled..

"So you guys are from Homicide...I can't believe anybody would do this to Wally...He was always such a stand up guy..." said Bobby...

''How did you two meet...?" I asked.

"He came roaring into town from Chicago..He was a big talker..Saying he had money to invest and was interested in a good business investment...I knew his wife back then..They weren't married at the time, but she had been an Eagles cheerleader...I remembered her..She introduced us...He gave me his schmeil...I had heard it all before...But this guy had a suitcase of money.....That's what made him different..He wasn't just talk..He was Action and Money....So we hooked up...and here seven years later..We are making money, hand over foot....All around Great Guy...I can't imagine who would want to kill him...."he said..

I looked around the office at all of the photos and I noticed a large blow up of the same football team that his wife had given us a photo of...The same photo that his wife said made him so crazy.." he said.

I pointed it to it..

"Who is this? This one of your old teams?" I asked.


He smiled..

"No..Nooooooooooooooooo..That was uh ,Uh,I think Wally's team...but funny thing...I don't see him in the photo...It was a semi pro team....He told me he played some football back in Chicago...but funny thing..He ever talked about his life n Chicago..O Family, no friends...He never even said where he went to high school....I tried to talk to him about it...but his life in Chicago was a sore spot with him...I left him alone about it.." he said.

"He have any problems with anybody?" asked Monica..

"Wally?? Everybody loved him...Maybe he was robbed..."said Bobby Jenson...

"His wallet was full of cash and credit cards....He wasn't robbed.."I said.

Bobby Jenson frowned..

"Yeah?  Wowwww..I am baffled.." he said.

"Thanks for your time...If you think of anything...This is our number, call us." said Monica..

He looked at the card ,then us..

"Both of your last names is Nellis..That can't be a co-incidence....You two married..?" he asked..

"We are...We have been for two years...

He smiled..

"And you're partners on the force...Wowwwwwwwwwwwwwww!Nice!" he said..

I smiled.

II-

Back at the squad room, I met with Lt. Cotton in his office...

"The Mayor called me yesterday , he told me that he got a call from the U.S. Attorney General regarding this matter." he said.

"Wow, really?  What is his interest in this matter..?" I asked.

"I don't know...but he asked the Mayor to ask me to keep the FBI represenative in the loop on the progress of this case.." said Lt. Cotton.

"Ed Lawlor...He went over your head...He'll do anything to work close to Monica."I snarled..

''No this aint him..This is something else.." said Lt.Cotton...

Monica walked in...

"We've got a problem....I dig some digging...Wallace Clark lists his  birthdate as November 12, 1986...Which would make him 55...and his birthplace as Chicago,Illinois....Yet..I couldn't find any birth certificate for Wallace Clark...anywhere"she  said.

 "The mystery deepens." I said.

 "There's more.."He told an associate  that he was  married once before in Chicago..I couldn't find any school records anywhere under his name, No marriage licenses, No Divorce certificate, No drivers licenses before seven years ago..No birth certificate in the State of Illinois...Nothing...And nothing on him that goes beyond seven years ago when he turned up in Philadelphia...His business began then..All of his credit and debit cards and bank accounts only go back seven years.
Her drivers license was issued here , seven years ago...His residences don't go beyond seven years ago and get this...His social security number formerly belonged to a long dead white man who died seven years ago...Same year he shows up in Philadelphia from Chicago.." said Monica..

Monique walked in just then...

"Oh I see, everybody is in your office..." she said..

 "It's the only place we could talk privately...Ed Lawlor bugged the rest of the squad room.."I said.

''Well I've got something on our Wally Clark..."said Monique..

"What?" asked Lt. Cotton..

"I autopsied him... He's had extensive plastic surgery, bone grafts and hair plugs done...and it was done here in Philadelphia, seven years ago." she said..

 "Everything with this guy comes up seven years ago...He appears in Philadelphia from out of nowhere..We have no record of him at all in Chicago where he claims to be from...No job,no marriage certificate, no school records and yet he has this kind of work done on him..."said Monica..

''Well the surgeon who performed the work has died..Natural causes...but I did check to see how the surgery was paid for."said Monique..

''He paid for it?" I asked.

''No...The U.S. Government paid for it." she said.

''This explains everything.....No wonder Ed Lawlor was here...No wonder the U.S. Attorney General is interested in this case...He's in witness protection..."said Lt. Cotton.

''More than that...I ran his prints....They match up to a Frank Sullivan..A Chicago Gangster...An associate of Big Tuna...The crime boss in Chicago....Frank Sullivan turned states evidence against Big Tuna and 39 of his top associates....They're all doing hard time in Federal Prisons... Frank Sullivan also allegedly stole 16 million dollars of the bosses money....The Government let him walk with as a favor for all of those major convictions."said Monique..

''And he's here in our city or rather was here..Somebody found  out who he really was..That has to be it.."said Lt. Cotton.

''Well there is a problem.....Frank Sullivan is dead."said Monique..

 "Well we know that Sis...We are investigating his murder.."said Monica.

"No, You and Brother in Law are investigating Wally Clarke's Murder, Not Frank Sullivan.According to his file..Frank Sullivan died in a car bombing, seven years ago....He was incinerated and his money ,the money he stole was never found..."said Monique..

"That was a cover story....The Feds gave him a new look and a cover story....And he's lived all these years with a totally new identity until now....Somebody obviously found out who he is..and they clipped him..." said Lt. Cotton....

''Which means there is a leak somewhere...In the FBI!" I said..

 "It doesn't have to be that deep....What if it was someone else???...Someone on the outside who discovered his past, just like we did?" asked Monica..  "It wasn't hard....Nate, you and I did a basic , routine check,like we do on anybody...and discovered the discrepancies...Monique just ran his prints, a normal procedure and she found out the rest....Any good Private Investigator could have done the same thing.." she said.

 "Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, interesting concept...I like that Mo-Mo..But somebody would have had to have been suspicious in the first place to even get a P.I. to look into him."said Lt. Cotton.

Just then Monica grabbed a waste basket and vomited violently......


She was sweating...sweating profusely...

" Mo-Mo, you alright?" asked Monique..

 "Nique...I'm sick" she said and vomited again in the waste basket...She was sweating profusely....

"Take her home Monique...I got this.." I said..

Lt.Cotton looked at me and smiled..

''Nate..are you about to uh be a father?" he asked..

"It's not morning sickness...She's not pregnant..but she is sick on the stomach..."said Nate...

"It has to do with the red moon....I'll explain it to you later Frankie, let me take my sister home.."said Monique..

''She gonna be alright?" asked Lt. Cotton..

"Yeah..she just needs some rest.." I said..

Ed Lawlor was coming into the office just as Monique and Monica were leaving...

He looked at me...

"What's wrong with Monica?" he asked..

"She's a little under the weather...Stomach virus."I said as I took the waste basket in the restroom and emptied it's contents and then took it on the roof and sprayed it out with the power hose...

When I returned he looked at me...

''You probably took her to a cheap restaurant or bought her some cheap food off of one of those cheap carts outside didn't you?" he asked.

"Nooooo...She sensed you were coming....I think she smelled your loud cologne and then she got sick." I said..

His cologne was loud...You could smell him before you saw him...

Lt. Cotton busted out laughing.......

Ed Lawlor was obviously steamed........

III-

Monique took her sister to our domicile...

"It's okay baby...I'm here..." she said... She undressed her sister and put her in the bed...She put a cold towel on her head and put a waste basket near the head...She was sweating profusely...She had a high fever..

Monique kept the cold towel on her forehead...

''Here, drink this Mo-Mo..."she said.

Monica drank the glass..

"It tastes like Orange Juice..." she said..

"It is Orange Juice..I have a Doctor friend, who specializes in Mutant medicine...He's a mutant himself...I met him in Lemuria...I was talking to him about you and the Red Moon....He says it affects all mutants differently...He said Orange Juice and a cold calm enviroment was perfect for you.." said Monique..

"This doctor...Was he cute?"  asked Monica..

''He was...but I was engaged at the time....I met him...."said Monique...

"But you guys still talk from time to time..?" laughed Monica..

"Yes..we are both Doctors...."said Monique..

"You are something else sis.."laughed Monica..

''Don't you even talk...You got an FBI agent and a Killer slobbering over you, both wanting to kill Nate because he has you..." laughed Monique..

"I am kinda puttin the thing on them...aint I?" laughed Monica, before she drifted off to sleep...

Monique held her sister  in her arms and rocked her to sleep..

Monica hugged her twin sister...

"I love you Hooker.." she said...just before she finally drifted off...

Once when they were teenagers....They had gotten into a vicious argument about what else?...A Boy...Monica liked him, but he preferred Monique... Monica had accused Monique of being too promiscuous and had called her a hooker..This made Monique cry....Seeing her sister hurt made Monica cry....The two made up and never quarreled again....but Monique kept that nickname...Only Monica called her that as a token of affection now...

"Love you too Mo-Mo..." she said..She peered out at the Red Moon....

"Just a few more hours and my sissy will be back to normal.." she said..

Monica drifted off to sleep.....

IV-

''Ed Lawlor...I expected you to show up soon..Why couldn't you level with us and tell us that Wally Clark was really Frank Sullivan, a former Lieutenant of Big Tuna..?" said Lt. Cotton..

He shrugged..

"Because I wasn't at liberty..  We think Big Tuna has a mole inside the FBI...How else could he have found out?? We built him a super solid cover..Only a mole could have possibly of found out..."

"Big Tuna is on ice..He and his whole crew....Plus he's missing about 16 million in funds...I doubt that he has the reach...If there is a leak..It's not coming from him and nobody in Philly ever heard of the guy.."I said.

"Look this is above your payroll okay?" he said.

"Well think about this...Monica and I figured out who he was in less than 48 hours...If we did then ask yourself...What if someone else did also.???..Someone not connected to the FBI or the Mob?" I said.

"You're crazy." he scoffed.

"Crazy or not...He and Monica did figure out who he was...We know about the plastic surgery and hair plugs and bone grafts the government paid for too! "said Lt. Cotton.

Ed Lawlor thought for a moment....

"You're right...What do you propose? " he asked..

V-

I arrived at home a little while later...Monique heard me pull up...I knocked on her door..

''She's upstairs sleeping Nate...She's fine..When she wakes up...she'll be her old intrusive listening to everybody's thoughts Mo-Mo again.." she said, smiling..

"Thanks Sis....I'm sorry to bother you....I-I thought you needed to keep her close by..."I said.

"You're never bothering me Nate...I made sure she was alright....I knew you'd be here shortly...Take care of my sister....I know you will...Nobody loves her like you do...except me!" she said and smiled and kissed me on the cheek...

"Good Night Nate.." she said.

"Good Night Sis" I said.

I looked up in the sky...The Red Moon was gone...The normal moon was back.

(TO BE CONTINUED)