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From Detective to Mafia the story of Bunk Moreland Started by: Bunk-Moreland on Nov 05, '14 15:35

Bunk picked up the ringing phone at his desk of major crimes it was not his turn “to give a fuck” but the duty detective was already dealing with a particularly nasty individual in the holding cell he was persuading him to admit his wrong-doings using a cosh and some threats to his organization.

 

Bunk was known as a straight Detective he used all of his wits and intelligence to get confessions, He worked crime scenes properly he interviewed witnesses without scaring them or getting them to lie. You could say he was despised in a Chicago Police department and you would be right but he got results the right ones, he never took bribes or kick ups the last rookie to bring him a brown envelope left with a broken nose when he didn't take no for an answer twice! Oh and he was a “suit and tie muthufucker” in his own words always turned out immaculately he enjoyed a drink as did many in the department even though they busted bootleggers daily this was his only vice but in the grand scheme of things despite that he was a rare breed.   

 

The voice on the end of the phone was calm and said simply

“Your partner is done he got greedy he paid the ultimate price for being corrupt if I were you I would not let your conscience get the better of you………………….

 

The phone went dead and Bunks hand were shaking he placed the receiver back in its cradle and held his head in his hands he knew Jimmy was fond of the drink and girls and he gladly used his badge to get both but he kept out of his personal life he was still a good detective. Jimmy was investigating some scumbag whoring underage girls and it seems he had stumbled upon a connected big fish somewhere in his investigations, Bunk span round in his chair and went straight to Jimmys desk his hands were still shaking and as he looked at the photo of himself and Jimmy in their dress blues on the passing out parade he felt sick he threw up in the waste basket…………………………………………...

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The duty detective comes out of the holding cell with blood on his shirt wiping his brow he looks over at Bunk hunched over the waste bin

 

“whats up bunk something you ate?”

 

Bunk takes out a handkerchief and wipes his mouth and gets up he ignores the detective and rummages through the pile of files on Jimmys desk he find the one he was looking for and opens it there is nothing inside the name on the front is James Ambrosini aka “lady killer”

He stands up straight and throws the file hard into the rest and puts an arm across the desk  and smashes all the files and clutter on the floor

 

“MUTHER FUCKERS GOD DAMMED MUTHER FUCKERS”

 

He kicks the chair and desk the other detective comes over and pulls him back holding him while he is still trying to kick the desk he shakes free and plants a left hook onto the detective who staggers back

 

“Bunk what the fuck is wrong with you jeeeesus”

 

he holds his jaw as bunk is hunched over hands on his knees catching his breath he pulls out a flask and takes a deep slug

 

The Detective  is still rubbing his jaw and says

 

“you gonna tell me what the fuck is wrong Bunk or do I have to go to the Captain?”

 

Bunk looks at him with a steely stare

 

“Jimmy is gone he fucked with the wrong people I fucking told him but you know him always thought he was one step ahead the file he was working on is empty who the fuck else was working on this Dean?”

 

Dean Trendle was a typical detective greased the right palms for an easy life sucked up to the Cap and was untouchable in the dept Bunk knew he would get shit out of him but asked anyway

 

“what do you mean gone you mean………

 

Bunk finishes the sentence for him

 

“Dead”

 

Dean suddenly looks a bit more sympathetic and leans on a nearby desk

 

“Fuck Bunk how do you know? I mean i know Jimmy didnt care who he pissed off when he was in a case but i aint heard nothin”

 

Bunk takes another drink and throws the flask to Dean

 

“Just got the Call now we gotta wait til it comes in”

 

As Dean takes a drink there is a screech of tyres outside and and engine stopping footsteps and then the engine growls and tyres screech and the sound trails off into the distance. bunk and Dean look at each other as the thought passes between them the desk Sergeant runs in almost falling over he is white in the face and visibly shaking

 

“Iiiiitttsss Jimmmy thhheeey fuuucking dumped him on the kerb………….

 

Bunk pushes past him and out of the Major crimes office down the stairs and past the front desk and out onto the street hes sees Jimmys Body laying on the kerb  covered in blood his suit torn and no eyes left in his sockets his right hand is missing three fingers  Bunk drops to his knees and holds his head leaning his head back towards the night sky

 

“JIMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYY YOU STUPID STUPID FUCK WHAT YOU DONE WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE”

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Bunk is standing with the rest of his district in his dress blues and white gloves he steps forward with the other five men and picks up his corner of Jimmys coffin they hoist it upon their shoulders and the police bands drummer taps out his tune as they make the journey to the grave site they take the calculated steps forward Bunk is going over the events that led to this moment in his head he had found Jimmys journal which had helped him no end in piecing the whole thing together.

 

He remembered Jimmy being excited about finally finding a case he was allowed to work one that was not shrouded in police corruption or had someone take it off him as they were juiced in, one that even the most dirty of cops could not begrudge him looking into and the man at the centre was a known sleaze and everyone had secretly wanted to put a bullet in him for his like for pimping underage girls.

 

Jimmy had stumbled upon the connection with another local Gangster a mid level Capo in one of the many crime families in Chicago and decided to strong arm him for some info he was supplying the drugs he needed to get the girls hooked and in turn get them to turn tricks for their fix. Jimmy had tunned up the bag man who was delivering the bribe money to his own department to stop them hitting his DFP  the very next day they were raided and closed down this would obviously get the people involved in a twist and Jimmy could pick up some valuable info from the fall out.

 

He started by visiting one of the Bars and asking around he had heard that the Dept were scum as they had delivered the money and got raided anyway he also heard Dean Trendle was a fucking arsehole and better watch his back around here. This did not surprise Bunk as Dean was a Scumbag and………………..

 

Bunk was snapped out of his thoughts as they had arrived at the grave and he was the last to lower his side of the coffin into the hole as they finished lowering the coffin bunk stood to and scanned the faces of the other police right then as he saw them pretending to give a shit when none of them knew anything all of a sudden that he was going to take them down one way or another as they said the prayers which washed over Bunk he looked up at the last

“Ashes to Ashes dust to dust………………………..”

He saw a familiar face standing in the background he looked past Dean Trendles shoulder and the man had a lackey holding an umbrella for him the Penny dropped Carlos Hathcok what the fuck was he doing at a police funeral  gloating was not his style he was a background Don always kept his nose clean he locked eyes with him and Carlos nods and tips his hat………………………...

 
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