The Executioner

Ninety-Two

Today was an important and proud day for young police officer Shauna Williams. It was her first-ever solo patrol.

Shauna was born in Inglewood, a tough neighborhood in southwestern LA. The youngest of four siblings, she was also the only girl. In school, contrary to all her brothers, she was dedicated and studious. Her grades only occasionally fell under B+. Tall and athletic, Shauna played shooting guard for the basketball team and third base in varsity softball. She was the first and only of all four Williams to ever graduate from high school. Maybe, if things had turned out differently, she would’ve also been the first in her family to have ever gone to university.

Shauna knew her brothers were involved in bad things, she just didn’t know how bad. It’s hard to grow up in an underprivileged neighborhood in a city like Los Angeles and not be affected by the crazy gang culture that rules the streets. Being African-American, for some reason, seemed to make it even harder. She’ll never forget the night she opened the door to a couple of police officers who’d come to give her parents the worst news any parent can ever get. All three of her brothers had been gunned down inside a stolen vehicle in what looked to be a gang retaliation hit. She had just turned nineteen.

Shauna gave up her dream of university and months later, after passing the recruitment tests, she joined the LAPD academy.

The six months of rigorous training that followed didn’t bother her and Shauna graduated top of her class. Her ambition was to make detective or the SWAT team.

Shauna was assigned to the West Bureau Pacific Division and paired up with a more experienced officer, twelve years her senior. She’s been out of the academy for only five months, but she was a quick learner, very intelligent and extremely focused. Lieutenant Cooper thought it was time Shauna did a few rounds by herself, and when her partner called in sick this morning, Cooper saw it as the perfect opportunity.

Shauna received a call from dispatch about a teenage disturbance near Marina Del Rey, just a few blocks away from where she was. The disturbance turned out to be nothing more than a couple of drunken kids making a mess and burning off steam near an abandoned construction site. Shauna was able to tactfully and quickly de-escalate the situation. As she returned to her vehicle, something caught her eye. A black Cadillac Escalade half hidden behind the unfinished building. She remembered an All Points Bulletin that circulated the day before about a black Cadillac car that’d been taken out from a dealer’s in West Hollywood for a test drive and never went back. She checked her in-car computer – the plates matched.

Shauna called dispatch requesting more information and was told that the salesman, an African-American citizen named Darnell Douglas, had taken the car out for a quick test drive with a potential buyer. They had no information on who the customer was. No dangerous warnings had been issued. Shauna told dispatch that she was going to investigate.

The car’s bodywork was intact – no bumps, no scratches. It didn’t look to have been involved in any sort of accident. The doors were all locked. Shauna used her flashlight to illuminate the car’s interior through the tinted windows – nothing suspect. The car was parked on a cemented area. No footprints showed around the vehicle.

Calling dispatch again, Shauna told them she was going into the building to make sure neither Darnell nor the unidentified customer were inside and in need of assistance. She’d call them back if she found anything.

The first room was large and full of construction debris. The air inside was heavy with the pungent fragrance of urine.

‘Hello?’ she called in a loud and firm voice. ‘Anyone in here?’

No sound. Thick, once-clear plastic sheets had been used as a cheap substitute for doors. Shauna used her flashlight to push the ugly drapes aside and moved into the next room.

‘Darnell, are you in here? LAPD. Anyone in need of assistance?’

Nothing.

Shauna cautiously moved deeper into the abandoned building. The further she went, the darker it got, the staler the air became – another empty room, and then another, and then another. Everything was quiet, but instinct told her something was wrong. She was about to go back when a gust of wind shifted a dirty plastic sheet door at the entrance to a room on the south wall. She caught a glimpse of something and her skin crawled.

Cop training took over, and Shauna reached for her gun before nervously moving towards the door in baby steps.

‘Hello, Darnell?’

No reply.

‘LAPD. Anyone in there?’

Silence.

Using her flashlight, she lifted the plastic sheet and stepped inside.

Shauna vomited five seconds later.