“… It’s over!” Yelled a thin man as he bursts through the broken red door leading to the roof of his housing project. “Fuck you… it’s over!”
“Calm down, sir – man. What the hell are you doing? Stop running, I’m not going to hurt –” A police officer had rushed through the door trying to reach the thin man. He was a more muscular figure in his tight fitting outfit. “What the hell are you doing, Jason? Que? Everything will be alright, just calm down.”
“No! It’s over. You’re finally here to bring me in. I knew they’d send you.”
“Look. I’m just trying to do my job. You need to be brought in.”
“A bitch… That’s exactly what you are. Like always.”
“You’re suspected of killing someone! Killing someone – do you think that’s something you could get away with.”
“I told you! It wasn’t like that! I told you to tell them!”
“It doesn’t work that way. Tu sabes eso. I told them you were willing to be brought in, and I’m now chasing you up this building. I don’t know what the hell is happening now. You said –”
“I said it was an accident! I said I wasn’t even involved! I know who was involved, but I can’t have you talking to her.”
“Do be so dramatic! You’re treating this like one of the movies we used to watch.”
“When we were kids? Ha… yeah. I’ll tell you what. Since you didn’t really live a day of this sort of life, I’ll tell you; no, it isn’t anything like the movies. It’s worse. She’s involved with the wrong people and if anything comes out about her… She would be in danger of any of this shit came out!”
“Calm down. Just…”
“She’s my sister, man! I ain’t going to ‘confess’ some shit, so that you can twist it, get her name out there to satisfy your boss’s ego, and probably get her killed. Fuck you, you’re just a bitch in a blue outfit. Someone that piece of shit metal at your chest means you’re something. You’re nothing!” Jason slowly back to the edge wall of the roof, hip high, and then seated himself on top of it. “You’ve always been nothing, Junior. That’s why you became what you did. Big tough pig with a thick head. All you wanted was some praise, because your friends cheering you on… nah, that shit wasn’t enough. You needed to feel respected to everyone on the street. What’s the difference between you and that motherfucker Charley? You remember him right? Used to come around here just to harass the shit out of us living here, wave his little dick gun around, trying to force up the teenage girls; that fucked up guy. Look at you. Mister cop, everything by force, and you’re acting just the same way. Except you think you got the law on your side. You ain’t got your people though.”
“Are you done, sir?”
“You don’t know shit about what’s happening, bitch.”
“Sir, are you doing? I’m not going to ask again.”
“Yeah, I’m done officer. Completely.” Jason suddenly stood up on the ledge of the room, still face Junior. Looking over his should, he sees the nearly thirteen story drop. “There ain’t anything left.”
“Sir, step down from there!” Junior draws his gun, aiming it downward. “Step away from the edge! Don’t be so dramatic. We can talk about all this calmly at the police station.”
“Calmly? What calmly? Soon as they see me in handcuff, my sister could be dead! I ain’t having it.” Jason’s began to hyperventilating quite a bit, but forced himself to breath slower. “All this shit… It ain’t worth it. To grow up like this. Shit, we’re not even mid-twenty and life is already hard. Everything has just been… fucked up. The first time he came through the house door all bobo, falling over herself, that’s when I knew we were fucked. And I go to you, just to get the same bullshit routine I get from them, by all “for the law” or some bullshit. There ain’t anything here for us. For no one. We people don’t know shit about taking care of ourselves or each other.”
“It’s over, Jason. Just get down from there. We can talk. We can make this situation right.”
“No, we can’t.”
It was two in the morning when Officer James Ramirez, Junior approached a former childhood friend about a murder that recently happened in the area. He had finally decided that enough was enough. James knew too much of the situation of the murder, but had kept it the entire time to himself. It was during a conversation with his partner that he finally decided to take the initiative to get his friend in, have him explain the story, and put an end to the case. Junior and his partner Officer Julian Castaneda reaching an old housing project in the south Bronx – Junior’s old home. They soon saw the suspect, Jason Suarez, walking down the block next to the building that he lived in. As the police officers left the vehicle, Jason noticed, and then began run into the building.
Once inside the building, Jason intended to use the elevator to go all the way up. Know that it would just lead to his apartment, he decided to sprint up the staircase inside. Junior began to give chase thereafter, racing behind Jason, nearly able to reach him several times. Junior hesitated though. Attempted to reason with the suspect.
Here is where the story gets sketchy. They managed to reach the roof. Between them they had a loud conversation. Occupants on the top floor of the building could hear all the action going on above them. They were arguing back and forth. Sometimes it would be very loud. Other times it would be soft. Unfortunately, the details of the conversation had between the suspect and the officer were muffled by the sudden gusts of high wind. One witness said they may have been arguing over another woman.
Soon the situation escalated, as Jason began to stand at the ledge of the rooftop, swaying dangerous close to the edge. At several points here was nearly about to fall. Officer Junior called for backup, plenty of it, and the ambulance were even called. As the noise from all the emergency vehicles were coming in, an agitated Jason began to further tip himself over the ledge. He seemed determined to get his point across to the Officer. It was then that Officer Junior bum rushed Jason, pulling him off the ledge, and forcing him into the ground with all the force that he could. Unfortunately, Jason would fall right on his head cracking his skull. The paramedics soon arrived to treat the victim, who would definitely recover, but was unconscious at the time. Officer Junior was drenched in the victim’s blood.
Being question, thereafter, the details slowly began to come out. Jason was a prime suspect for the murder of prominent bodega owner, Jose “Yo-yo” Dominic, suspected to be running a drug front from one of his many stores. The case was originally being investigated as a domestic dispute turned homicide, involving Dominic’s former lover, a Mr. Flores Donoso; the drug connection was later found during the early investigation, revealed accidentally by a young woman looking to buy some painkillers from the bodega Dominic was murder in. Unfortunately, the young woman wasn’t arrested and soon disappeared before officers could question her. Through Officer Junior, it was revealed that the woman was Isabel Saurez – Jason’s sister.
Three days after the roof incident, Isabel would be found dead in her apartment – an apparent botched robbery. Though it was suspected that it was more than just a botched robbery, there was no evidence linking this “accidental” death to the murder of Jose Dominic. At the time, Jason was still at the hospital when he heard the news of his sister. Instead of showing the usual grief at losing another family member, Jason went completely silent, and refused to talk to anyone. A few hours later, the breaking of glass was heard. Jason was found dead on the sidewalk, having fallen thirteen stories, in a pool of his blood.
Officer James Ramirez, Junior offered to pay for the entire funeral.