Chapter 1

1. False Leads: Josh walked on water.

"Hannah Coffield was taken somewhere off the street by some sweet man she was fucking for love, for god's sake. Haven't seen her," Rae told the cops.

"What the fuck you cops want. When she was alive all you did is stick your dicks in deeper, and kick her. She's fucken dead. Can you bring her back motherfucker?"

That's what Rae, 19, a known George Washington Bridge street hustler, and the "skinny bomb shell," as she was called, told the cops when they questioned her about her dead friend, Hannah.

The Coffield Body had finally turned up ending the missing person saga in the usual way, at the morgue. Discovered in the unlocked rest room of a closed Hess gas station by a man walking his dog, Hannah had been missing two months.

"I couldn't believe my eyes the aged shoeless man (who lived near the gas station) said, "my bitch shepherd brought back a girl's head like she did a bone. "I saw bad things in my day, but..."

At first, the police suspected Rae's pimp.

Called Josh, the pimp, an old white rocker and biker, the fucker pretended he was Jesus walking on water.

Gathering teenagers around, he fed them dope and cocaine. They became witnesses for his biblical tricks and he called himself the pimp of geeks. Girl named "Marigold told the cops: "fucker brings girls he picks up at rock concerts, or in the parks, up to the Hackensack Reservoir in Dumont.

"Wanted to go skinny dipping. What the fuck! Shit, ain't no virgin, and I like to party, and he had great shit, and I even like girls, but when we got there, he gave us some real hard shit, dope that made you puke as well as almost come. You know he really danced on the water.

"I was in love, and then I fell down a steep incline, and was so out of it, they left me there for the cops to find.

"Why did they forsake me? God, I never wanted to leave. I thought I was in heaven; my name was Marigold. I was the little girl that Adam had always wanted, and shit, why not, as Adam was the only man, he would have to fuck me."

What followed was a detailed and nasty report written by cops for cops: In it Josh was described as a dangerous man.

Detective Mann, made no attempt to be judicious. Continuing, Marigold said and Mann recorded, "my daddy did all the girls in the family anyway. I was the youngest. When he died in that car accident, he had three kids who were children of his kids. I had one too when I was 14. I wanted Josh to be my father. I really did."

Mann described Marigold as constantly smiling and crying at the same time. In the middle of his dictation, he reported that Marigold said, "Shit now I remember, Josh said he was protected by the Mafia. Even I know that is crap."

Josh seemed to get away with the most outlandish antics. Cops didn't know what to make of him. Not an ordinary pimp the cops hate anyone who doesn't measure up to expectations. A man can be a murderer but if he seems typical, the cops don't fuck with him as much. Be out of the ordinary like Josh and they beat the shit out of you and look to find something, anything to pin on you. Dicks feed on vulnerability. They seem to really get off on hookers and druggies.

Listening to Josh you would have imagined he would have been a troubadour in one age and not the failed rocker and pimp.

He'd give the runaways what they were denied at home by parents. When they were thoroughly cooked on crap, fucking like bunnies, he would sell their asses and beat the shit out of them just like the usual creep. The fact that he is white gave him another inverted reputation. Some also say he had a cock that would kill a horse. That was obvious bullshit one dissatisfied girl reported to the cops in exchange for a free ride on her latest bust.

Girl with the street name Melody said Josh couldn't get it up unless he was beating one of us up. "I got sick of it," she said. "My dad did the same thing. Beat and fuck me. Why do I need more shit? I can go home and at least eat and sleep half the time. Only have to fuck my father when he is drunk."

The rap sheet said that the New York State cops had arrested Josh last year for fucking around with a girl he had met at a rest stop on the turnpike.

Cops pulled him over for speeding in his Porsche, just minutes after he had picked the eager child up. Police thought they had him, but it turned out the runaway story was true, and they had no grounds. Josh told them the girl took her underpants off, I didn't. "She said she had to pee and I was pulling off to the side of the road."

The girl told the cops she was OK and he had not done anything. There were many stories about "Prince Josh" as he was called. All were shit unless proven otherwise. As one detective put it, "He's a user of kids and they know it too. As it turned out Josh did not murder Hannah Coffield.

A dead end is sometimes nothing more than that, but that did not stop the cops from fucking with Hannah's roommate and sometimes bedmate, Rae Stephens. She was the next witness interviewed.

2. Fort Lee, Police Station 3AM

Somebody sliced her up real fine," the cop said, while another cop pinned up the police photographs of Hannah's remains now neatly collected and cold at the morgue.

"Some fuck, your pimp, the Detective said." looking at Rae, showing her he was pissed not at her but the murder of her friend, said.

Detective Lieutenant Bill Mann walked quickly into the room from his small office near the coke and copy machine.

Jabbing his finger into the photos, he continued." That cunt for brains Fuck cut her hands from her body while she was alive. He cut out the kid she was carrying and stuffed the half formed brat back inside her twat. That degenerate then burned off her nipples and cut off her feet. When the screams got too loud, he smashed her throat and beat her with a hammer. Finally, to make sure, as if she could be still alive, he cut off her head, and came in her neck."

Rae listened to Mann watching him carefully (showing the cop the same hate she would the killer), but then pausing briefly, said. "I didn't think much of it when she was missing," Rae said. "Though maybe you had arrested her. But she would have called. Maybe I thought she was in rehab.

Last week I got worried when she didn't visit with her kids in the foster home. She never missed those visits.

"We always go where we go, know what I mean," Rae told the detectives gathering 'round her in a circle, laughing and threatening without even touching.

Rae wore a frail ripped tee shirt, micro skirt, no bra, underwear and sandals. She was not shy, throwing her body around, smoking, nervous, while she cooperated.

Every time a new cop came in to fuck her with their eyes, Rae looked at them like she would a John and they mocked her while they fondled folders, a FAX or what every bullshit brought them into the Detectives holding room.

"You fucken cops like to keep us in your Zoo," Rae said. Soften us up. Make us fucken scared. Fuck you," she laughed at them, smoking harder.

"No smoking," one big Detective leaning on the soda machine yelled.

"What the fuck you doing, she screamed. That cigar smoking you."

"No smoking," he simply said louder blowing smoke as he left.

Watching the fat cop leave, Rae said about him. "The fat creep didn't offer to buy me a coke; fucken cheap shit cops," Rae smirked at him, turning her head up, looking for the first time like she was just a bit ill at ease.

Nothing happened for five to ten minutes. Rae sat there nervously twisting the ends of her hair, not the least bit concerned that she was mostly uncovered.

"Guess she picked a bad one," Rae said, speaking about her friend, Hannah, who had turned up dead that morning in a motel in Fort Lee.

The cops said nothing. Rae fumed, tired of the quiet. "What the fuck they do with my friend's body," she stood up, alarmed raising a quiet alarm.

"Shut the fuck up you," one cope screamed from the other side of the room.

"Tell your girl friend, Mann to suck your dick and shut the fuck up."

Getting up fast, another cop, near where Rae sat, pushed Rea off the chair, and she fell on the floor immediately screaming police brutality.

"Like you care, Rae said, shaking. "I know the county will bury her. I would tell you if I knew her family, think I am holding out."

Frustrated, Rae had a harder time with the silence than the grab ass.

Asking for a cigarette, Rae cupped another cop's hand leaning her other hand on his leg, and then bending half over to pick up the matches he dropped. She knew the cops were fucking her with their eyes as she let her short skirt slide up where she sat, legs apart, to reveal her partially shaved sex.

"I was wondering how the fuck long one of you would hold out," as she grabbed her tits and felt herself up. "Want some?"

One cop folded his hands in his lap; another laughed, leaving the room, shaking his head, telling all the cops outside that "this was one nasty cunt bitch."

Waiting for someone to say something, after she sat down, letting her legs open naturally, Rae continued to talk and the cops pretended to be busy and not to listen.

"I don't know. Been beat up, but no one's done me in, guess I'm lucky," Rae said. Disturbed by the laughter outside the room, realizing the cop who had left the room had mocked her.

"Just like you local dicks," she said. "Want my ass, but pretend to not need it. Shit."

When Detective Lieutenant Mann of Fort Lee's vice cops stood up in the room, everything changed.

Rae knew him by his reputation: an honest cop who liked to get rough on the blacks and Dominicans.

"Will I finally meet the hard ass Mann," she shouted," pointing her finger at him."

Heard they fried your ass for fucking up some niggers in Englewood when you were off duty. Nice to be a cop and get away with shit.

Mann didn't move. He said nothing, and did not acknowledge Rae. What Rae said was true, but looking at the Detective you would never have noticed any change in expression.

Detective Mann told the regular dicks to get the fuck out of the room, and he locked the door.

"No one will disturb us. Shit," he said, directed his complaint at the cops outside, staring at the door.

"Don't give me this good cop bad cop crap, Rae said. You think you're the first cop I had to blow to get my ass out of jail. Get your pants off, she said. I do only class work," and she laughed.

"Did you know anyone who threatened Hannah, the Detective asked?

"Do you want to get blowed or what?"

Mann ignored her.

"Stop being so fucken serious," Rae whispered, using her voice. "Why the fuck would I tell anyone, and beside you can't get sick from being blown. See I have a rubber ready."

"Listen," he said, holding her shoulders, looking at her," I can make this easy or hard. I can help you get into rehab, and make sure you don't do any more time, or I can walk out the fucken door and let the bulls have their way with you."

"You mean it. Get me in rehab. No time."

Yes, to all of it. No offense, he said, I love getting blown, but not today. Got it. I want to make sure the thing that did this to your friend gets stopped. Next time it could be your ass."

Locking the door had made Rae more nervous, and also cynical. Maybe he wanted a freebie. I hate that, Rae thought. Cops are perverts. They get rough themselves, like to fuck you in the ass, and don't give a shit if they offer to spit there first.

"Don't worry," Mann said, "I'm not going to cut you. Answer the fucken questions and we can get the fuck out of here.

I've been off shift for two hours. Wife's waiting."

Rae was surprised by which the Detective returned to a slightly gentler approach. He put her at ease for a moment. She stayed quiet and listened thinking he is good looking, got lots of fucken ladies.

"I knew Hannah for about a year," Rae told the Detective. "Think she came from upstate. New York.

"Could be. Do you know the name of her pimp?"