Crime scenes can all be the same. Here I was. On the catwalk. Outside a third-floor condominium. In Pinecrest. It could have been the Gables or the Grove or even Bal Harbor. I took a final drag from my cigarette. Flicked the butt into the night air. Watched a few ashes fly, sparkling into the sky. The butt sailed downward into the parking lot.
Every light was on in the apartment behind me. Forensics was dusting every surface for prints. Bagging any items that might contain bits of DNA. Collecting fibers from the carpets. No one had touched the small body in the bedroom. The medical examiner
hadn’t arrived yet, so the body was off limits to everyone except me and my partner, Detective Second Grade Manuel Arce.
We’d arrived forty minutes earlier. Followed a security guard. We got to the front door of the condo. Waited for him to unlock it. I told him to step back. Then we entered. Weapons drawn, me going in high, while Arce entered squatting low.
The pedophile was gone. -- excerpt from The Virginia Agenda
I’m in one-on-one therapy now. The doc’s a full-blown psychiatrist. I went to her on my own. Not because I’m killing all these bad guys. Rather, it’s because I have no remorse in doing it. And the violence seems to be ramping up with each kill. But, then again, I have no emotions at all, except what I feel for my dad and little kids.
Maybe the doc will be able to figure out why I’m so screwed up.
You ask me, women, they don’t always know their place. Take my friend Gary’s wife, for example. She got this tiger shark attorney -- another woman -- to get so much alimony from Gary that he can’t afford to fight his wife’s move across country with Gary’s daughter.
They like kidnapping? I’ll show them kidnapping.
The man broke into my home. I had just returned from the Miami-Dade School System’s Principals’ Banquet and was putting away my clothes, when he jumped me. He punched me and the next thing I knew, I was chained to a wall in some sort of cell, wearing only a bra and panties and wondering why this was happening to me.
Name’s Braver. Miami-Dade Detective Sergeant Tim Braver. Vengeance calls me to clean up after him. Just me. I don’t know why. The other detectives are starting to wonder. Yeah, I think it’s great that Vengeance is saving these kids. But the general consensus here is that Vengeance is no less a murderer than the pedophiles he kills. He should be in jail. Maybe death row. I’m not sure I agree. There would be a lot more dead kids without Vengeance.