September 12th, 1985

Det. Shirley comes into the Squad a little worn. Sleep came difficult to her that night. It was plagued with haunting visions of ravens and the still-lost Jennifer Danvers. Several times during the night Felicity wanted to get out of bed and search for her, but that would be suicide: A white woman-cop—alone in Alphabet City—at night! SO Felicity tossed and turned, never really managing to get any sleep.

When the detectives of 13th Squad arrive at work that day, they find none other than Reggie Slocum, O’Hinn’s unregistered snitch, flirting with PAA Aldonato. With him, is a miserable Peaches, a tranny pros and witness to the death of her friend Angela Piña.

Det. Shirley takes Peaches into the Break Room to sit down with her. Det. McAvery, back from court, joins them. Meanwhile O’Hinn deals with the nefarious Reggie. Unfortunately there’s nothing to be done about that shit-eating grin of Reggie’s as O’Hinn pays him. O’Hinn congratulates Reggie and tells him there’s more if he can track down Jimmy Cortez. Reggie inquires as to how much more.

O’Hinn says, “Information leading to an arrest in a murder investigation can net you up to two grand!”

The avaricious Reggie rubs his hands like a comic book character, “Oh yeah! You got the green, I’m on the scene! I am on that mother fucker!”

Meanwhile, Det. Shirley soothes a distraught Peaches as she tells her story. Det. McAvery takes notes of the interview. Peaches’ account corroborates Kevin Dowell’s statement the other day, and confirms their suspicions that the murderer is, indeed, Jimmy Cortez. Peaches was terrified that Jimmy was going to come after her. She knows he saw her there. Shirley assures Peaches that they will protect her, and that they will bring Jimmy to justice. She gets Peaches some frefreshment and send her upstair to The Crib, to let her get some sleep. Peaches hadn’t slept since Angela’s murder.

It is now official. Shirley gets on the phone to Riding ADA Goetchelle. Counselor Goetchelle tells Det. Shirley that she’ll issue an arrest warrant on Jimmy Cortez and tells her to pick him up as soon as the police can find him.

But Det. Shirley is delayed by the Sullivan family. They had just arrived from Massachusetts. Det.’s Shirley and O’Hinn bring the Sullivans to Interview Room 2 while Det. McAvery gets the APB out on Jimmy Cortez.

The interview with the Sullivans is long and painful. Informing family is always the hardest part of a detective’s job. Most cops would gladly face a firefight instead, any day of the week. They learn more of the story of Andrew Sullivan. He has always been community minded, and lent himself out to community causes and activism. They were, of course, nervous about him coming to New York City; but they thought that having a family member living here as well might help. It is his “Uncle Tommy.” The detectives inquire more about him.

“He’s actually my uncle,” says Mrs. Sullivan. “My maiden name is McManus. But he’s always been known as ‘Uncle Tommy’ to Andy his whole life.”

The detectives determine that Thomas McManus is a partner in the Pete McManus Café in Chelsea, not far from the murder. They will have to follow up on that when they can.

The detectives take the Sullivans to the morgue to do a formal identification. Once that is done with, O’Hinn suggests they get a late lunch. They decide, in the name of efficiency, to go to the Peter McManus Café. They eat a pleasant mean there, though O’Hinn grills Shirley about the dreams she’s been having. He wants her to see a shrink about the whole mess. Shirley is frustrated that someone like O’Hinn just doesn’t get it. He just needs to catch up with the times. This is the 80s!

After the meal, the detectives ask a waitress if Thomas McManus is in. She says that he is so they ask if she will get him, flashing their badges. But neither O’Hinn nor Shirley are prepared for what they see. A large (though not fat) man walks out of the back—the spitting image of Det. Sgt. Thomas O’Hinn himself! Playing it cool, the detectives inform him of the loss of his “nephew” Andrew. He takes the news rather coolly. Over the course of the questioning, however, they gain no more than they got from Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan.

Toward the end of the interview, O’Hinn asks Shirley to go take care of the bill, or otherwise give him a moment alone with Mr. McManus. She does.

“Something came up during the course of our investigation,” began O’Hinn. “We did a DNA test of your nephew and, well, we found something interesting. It looks like Andrew and I are somehow related.”

McManus’s expression was simply unreadable. Then he became rather short with O’Hinn. Try as he might, Mr. McManus shut down the conversation and he left.

When the detectives got back to the station, O’Hinn was greeted with a call. It was from Reggie. He claims to know where Jimmy Cortez is and wants them to come immediately. Shirley and O’Hinn are out the door, hoping that Reggie comes through for them. The address is on 10th Street and A in Alphabet City.

The detectives arrive on the scene with a couple of sector cars to a strange scene. A large crowd has already gathered, so it takes the police some time to get through. What they find, however, is absolutely absurd! Somehow Reggie has trapped Jimmy Cortez in a phone booth, and is taunting him. Reggie managed to prop a newspaper vending box up against the phone booth doors. Reggie dances around the phone booth snapping pictures with a cheap Polaroid Instant Camera of Jimmy and himself—surely to guarantee his $2000. Jimmy furiously yells to be let out. When Reggie sees the police arrive, he’s like a little kid at Christmas.

“That’s right,” she taunts Jimmy. “That’s right, mother fucker! The long arm of the Law has come for your dumb ass!”

O’Hinn and Shirley have to work around Reggie as he dances about, snapping pictures of himself and the detectives. Eventually the uniform cops manage to send him on his way. Reggie saunters off a happy, happy man.

Wasting no time and taking no precautions, the police draw guns and cover as the newspaper vender is pulled away from the door. Jimmy is taken into custody.

The rest of the work day is taken up with processing Jimmy Cortez. It does not take much to get a confession out of Jimmy. He still claims to be so in love with Angela, even though he killed her. He said it was an accident. He didn’t mean to; but when he saw her with that guy, she just snapped. Riding ADA Serina Goetchelle arrives and takes all the information on the case. Det. Shirley now has her first collar working with the 13th Precinct.

The detectives actually get out of work at the scheduled time for once. Felicity decides to go straight to her favorite place: Visions & Dreams Occult Books in the East Village. There she talks to Donna and Debby about her dreams. So Donna takes Felicity into the Ritual Room in the back of the store. There she leads Felicity on a guided meditation through her dreams and visions. It is a harrowing, dramatic experience. Eventually Felicity finds herself guided to a specific spot. Wait! She knows the spot! Felicity is positive that the vision is leading her to somewhere under the FDR along the East River.

Felicity is caught up in a whirlwind. She had to go find this spot. Despite the protestations of both Donna and Deborah, Felicity has to go, insisting that it’s still ight out. She’ll be okay. But unconvinced, Deborah insists on keeping Felicity company.

Felicity is so caught up in her vision that she is unaware of the gloaming. She does not see the little spells Deborah utters and gestures to make sure they are unseen by the shadier denizens of the East River area of Alphabet City. But eventually Felicity starts to recognize things. She is drawn to an area under the FDR where a drainage pipe vomits its bile into the East River. The drainage ditch is long weathered, having created a fetid swamp. A rusted old chain-link fence, breeched and broken, makes a gesture of keeping people out. Every surface of concrete in the area bears a riot of color in graffiti. The most prominent among them is the now sinister tag reading “Ravenz,” or “Ravens.” No other tag dares cover over them even a bit.

Like a moth to a flame, Felicity is drawn to the drainage ditch, ignoring Deborah’s protests. She carefully slips through the tetanus-ridden fence and into the swamp below. An unimaginable pile of debris fills the scene. There is part of an old telephone pole, a shopping cart, and countless sticks and other assorted, undefinable bric-a-brac. Felicity’s eyes are drawn to the other side of the mired pit to see what looks like an old volley-ball, half buried under some long-dead and decaying grass. Her feet sink into the soup of decaying matter, old cups, beer cans, condoms, and discarded drug paraphernalia. She notices a lot of sticks in the mess. She grabs a dead branch and tried to poke at the ball, not sure why. As she moves the ball, however, she reels back in revulsion! The ball is, in fact, a human head, the skin bleaches white and leathery exposed to the sun; and the decayed grass, in fact, filthy and matted hair! Felicity screams and stumbles back into the filth. She grabs on to one of the sticks and draws out what turns out to be a human femur! Now registering what she is truly seeing around her, Felicity finds herself in a bone-yard!

She is rescued by Deborah out of the muck, and the two women hasten to find a working telephone. It never occurs to Felicity why she and Deborah are not molested as they wait in that deserted area under the FDR for the police to arrive. Both Det. Sgt. O’Hinn and Det. McAvery are called form their homes to come to the scene. Felicity is treated for shock while a full CSU team combs over the area. What is found in outrageous! Seeing Felicity is in safe hands, Deborah leaves the scene unnoticed.

Det. Sylvesterson tells O’Hinn that they have found three bodies partially decomposed, as well as countless bones. It will take time to make sure all the bones are, in fact human. He suspects there might be some canine bones there as well. But at the very least they have uncovered fifteen distinctly human skulls.

After ensuring that Felicity is okay, O’Hinn lays into her, ”You wanna tell me how you found this place?”

“I had a hunch,” she said evasively.

“Bullshit, you ‘had a hunch!’” He presses her. “Right now it’s you who found this place and no reason why. You know how that looks?”

O’Hinn continues to press Felicity until finally she gives in, “’Cause I’m a witch!”

O’Hinn listens as Det. Felicity Shirley tells him the story of the evening. He wants to talk with Deborah, but she’s not there. To O’Hinn this looks like the work of Satanists. The fact that Shirley came “out of the broom closet,” so to speak, to him as a witch, and the fact that Deborah runs an occult bookshop, only add to his suspicions. But it’s late. He tells her to go home and get some sleep. CSU tells them that the scene will take a couple of days to go through. All the detectives turn in for the day.

September 12th, 1985

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