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Overstreet and Carey were informed their suspect was named Roderick Ford. He was a tall and skinny black man with thick rows of braids lining his head. Tattoos representing the thug life were painted across his arms and back. âKool-Aidâ was the street name he went by. Prior convictions for peddling dope and assaulting women were stamped on his unimpressive criminal resume. As usual, Overstreet nursed a warm cup of his favorite coffee.
He flipped open a folder outlining most of Roderickâs life history. âTell me, Roderick, why do they call you Kool-Aid?â
Roderick cracked a smile. âBecause Iâm sweet, and I go down smooth.â
âSweet enough to murder innocent black women in Gillham Park?â Overstreet hawked to the suspect.
âSir, I havenât murdered nobody.â
âSince I believe youâre a cold-blooded, calculated murderer, Iâd prefer you to respectfully call me Lieutenant Overstreet.â
âAlright, Lieutenant Overstreet, Iâve never killed nobody in my life.â
Overstreet injected life into the interrogation session. âYou terrorized black women before you killed them, and then you dumped them around Gillham Park.â
âLook, Lieutenant Overstreet, my motherâs a black woman. I have two sisters who are black, a buncha aunts whoâre black, and my girlfriend happens to be black.â
âWhich doesnât say much to me.â
âCâmon, I canât believe that Iâm a suspect.â
âWell, start believing it.â
âHow can you try and pin those Gillham Park murders on me?â
âEasy, Roderick, very easy.â
Overstreet flashed autopsy photos before the estranged eyes of Roderick. âDoes she look familiar to you, Kool-Aid?â
âThatâs Kenyatta, she used to work Troost and Prospect,â Roderick recognized at first sight.
âSo, you did know her?â
âYeah, from the streets.â
âYou also knew that she was tied to drugs and prostitution?â
âEverybody in the neighborhood knew that she was hooking and doped out.â
âKenyatta Moore was found suffocated with mud and debris forced down her throat.â
âI read the paper and watch the news, Lieutenant Overstreet.â
âKool-Aid, my partner and I know all about your prior drug and assault convictions.â
âSo.â
âWe also know that the women you sold dope to were the same women who you assaulted when they didnât comply with your demands.â
âWhat demands?â
âTurning tricks so you can line your pockets with more money.â
âNot true, Lieutenant.â
âWhat, you think weâre stupid?â
âI didnât say that.â
âWe know that you had frequent contact with Kenyatta.â
âMe and a lot of other dope slangers out there.â
âSo, youâre admitting that you did sell dope to her?â
âAll the time.â
âIâll bet youâre real proud of yourself.â
âIf she didnât buy it from me, she wouldâve bought it from some other slanger out there.â
âGuess you donât care about the many of lives that you destroy.â
âWhat is this, guilt by association? Just because Iâm a black man, I have to be the one who goes around killing black women? My motherâs black and------.â
âAnd Ted Bundyâs mother was a white woman!â Overstreet contested, slicing Roderick off in mid-speech. âLook at how many white women he killed before he got fried down in Florida.â
âWhenever you get finished, I didnât kill Kenyatta.â
âWhen was the last time you saw her?â
âCanât remember.â
âWhen was the last time you sold dope to her?â
âCanât remember that, either.â
âWhat in the hell can you remember?â
âOnly my name and that Iâm a black man being accused of something that I didnât do.â
âYou give all men a bad name.â
Carey emerged from the shadows of the small dim room. Overstreet gave him the opportunity to pepper the asshole who proudly called himself âKool-Aidâ. âHow far did you get in school, Kool-Aid?â
âEighth grade.â
âNever sought to try and get your G.E.D.?â
âNever had any reason to.â
âIs that why you decided to slang dope?â
âFor me, itâs the only way to survive.â
âAnd kill off other people in the process?â
Carey got quite clever with his questioning. He knew street games just as good as the ones who played them. He reached into the folder and presented yet another autopsy photo of a brutalized victim found in Gillham Park. âRecognize this young lady?â
Roderick twitched his eyes as he stared at the photo. âYes, thatâs Cheryl Heron.â
âAnother one of your dope customers?â
âShe was. What happened to her?â
âHer nude body was found stabbed to death. We thought you mightâve been able to tell us what happened to her.â
âI canât tell you nothing.â
âWhy not?â
âI donât know a damn thing about Cheryl ending up dead.â
âWhen was the last time you saw her?â
âMustâve been a week before they found her dead in the park.â
âLike Kenyatta, was it the last time you sold her some dope?â
âSold her a dime rock.â
Carey read over the fine print relating to one of his prior assault convictions. âAccording to police records, you were arrested for assaulting Cheryl at one of the bus stops near 39th and Troost.â
âShe tried to steal some of my weight. Sheâs lucky that I didnât skulldrag her ass up and down Troost.â
âShe shouldâve stole all of your dope and flushed it down the toilet!â Carey blasted out of raw frustration.
âAnd she wouldâve turned up dead much sooner than when she did.â
âKool-Aid, did you kill Kenyatta and Cheryl?â
âNo, I didnât kill neither one of them.â
âWe think youâre lying.â
âThink what you want.â
Overstreet felt a serious serial killer was in their presence. Once again, he popped out yet another photo of a Gillham Park murder victim. âDoes she look at all familiar to you?â
Roderick nodded his head with a swagger. âYeah, thatâs Tracey Logan. She made her rounds from here and there.â
âWere you also involved with her murder?â
âI wasnât involved with her murder and nobody elseâs murder.â
âLike the others, did you sell dope to her?â
âOf course I did,â Roderick snickered, showing not a kernel of remorse.
Overstreet had had enough of his idiotic, senseless bullshit. Both of his hands gripped the back of the chair where Roderick sat. âDoesnât it bother you at all, Kool-Aid?â
âDoes what bother me?â
âPeddling dope around to your own people?â
âHey, like I said, if I donât sell it, somebodyâs gonna sell it.â
âDonât you have any remorse preying on weak and vulnerable people?â
âBlack people arenât the only ones buying dope. Look at all the white people coming in from the suburbs to buy dope. A lot of my customers were those rich white kids from the wealthy suburbs.â
âThe ones living in million dollar homes and driving sixty-thousand dollar cars?â
âExactly.â
âWeâre detectives, and we know all about the âwhite flightâ of suburban whites who come down into the inner-city to buy drugs.â
âWhich should tell you that black people arenât the only ones involved.â
âLetâs just stick with the issue-at-hand. Eleven black women have been found in Gillham Park in nearly two years. We know for a fact that you, Kool-Aid, had frequent contact with these women through your sale of dope. We know for a fact that you were convicted for assaulting at least five of these women. Your motive for their murders was simply drugs and power.â
âNot true.â
âWhoâs the next victim you had in mind?â
âNobody.â
âWere you ever afraid of getting a nine-to-five?â
âWorking just ainât in my blood.â
âAnd distributing poisonous substances in the community is?â
âIf thatâs how you look at it.â
Overstreet circled the room in the most incomprehensible fashion. He dispelled the myth about white law enforcement not caring one bit about the plight of inner-city blacks. Young black women with a wealth of potential, those whoâd gotten off on the wrong track with drugs and prostitution, became a major part of his detective work.
âWeâre not only investigating the Gillham Park murders, but weâre also investigating both Brush Creek murders. Our plates are running over here at the police headquarters. Kool-Aid, weâre going to need your full cooperation, especially if weâre ever going to solve any of these murders. If youâre not the one whoâve killed any of these women, then tell us who might be responsible.â
âLieutenant Overstreet, Iâve never had any reason to kill any of those women. Sure, they pissed me off by trying to steal some of my dope. I mightâve slapped them around a few times, but as far as killing any of them, Iâd never do such a thing.â
âThen, who couldâve been responsible?â
âIâd be looking at
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