The Boy and the Sea Dragon
Chapter Thirty Four
Shequyle walked back into the interrogation room. He sat down at the table opposite of Shokura. He plooped a folder in front of him and opened it. He perused the papers within it. He studied Shokura for a while. Eventually, he said, “You certainly have a history, here. Petty larceny, drug possession with intent to distribute, distribution of drugs. Now, I might add murder to the list.”
“I have killed nobody in my entire fuckin’ life!” Shokura said adamantly.
“I have a witness that puts you in the alley at the time of the murder,” Shequyle said.
“A six year old kid! Damn Cingala at that!” Shokura said, disdainfully.
“Agte and nationality doesn’t matter! He saw you in the alley with the victim,” Shequyle said.
“Yea, I was fuckin’ there. I was talking with the victim,” Shokura admitted.
“The boy said you were arguing. What was that about?” Shequyle said.
“We were not fuckin’ arguing. The guy owed me some money! We were negotiating the damn payment,” Shokura said.
“Did you succeed,” Shequyle asked.
“He promised to pay it in seven fuckin’ days,” Shokura said.
“The boy said that you fought and killed the man. How do you expect him to pay the debt?” Shequyle said.
Shokura said, vehemently, “I fuckin’ did not! When I left, the man was alive. That damn boy must be the one that killed him. He is pinning his crime on me!”
“He’s just six,” Shequyle retorted.
Shokura retorted back, “He’s fuckin’ Cingala! Never trust nor believe a damn Cingala irregardless of age. They are nothing but damn worthless liars! Like you said, age does not matter.”
“The way I see it, is that you killed the man and are blaming the boy,” Shokura said.
“You have no damn evidence, just his fuckin’ worthless word!” Shokura said.
“All we have is the gun and his word, yes. However, until now, we have no record on the boy. You, however, have a lengthy record with us. Don’t go anywhere,” Shequyle said. He released Shokura.
The next day, Shequyle walked to the district attorney’s office. He came to a door with ‘Jabid, District Attorney’ on it. He walked in. He sat in a chair in front of Jabid’s desk. Jabid sat behind the desk. He was Jalapean. His hair was fringed with grey. Shequyle had brought a folder with him. He placed it on his lap. He said, “Jabid, I have a particular case on my hands. I have a murder case with two suspects. I have no particular evidence or witness as to which did the crime. One suspect is a six year old Cingala boy by the name of Zuangeng. We have next to nothing on him. The other suspect is Shokura. We have an extensive record on file for him. My inclination is that Shokura did it.”
“Did you bring a file on this case,” Jabid asked.
“Oh, yes, I did,” Shequyle said. He handed the folder to Jabid. Jabid took it. He opened it. He glanced at the papers.
Jabid looked at Shequyle. He said, “Were both suspects at the scene when you arrived?”
Shequyle said, “No, Zuangeng was the only one we found. He was leaning over the body.”
Jabid said, “Alright. I’ll study the case. I’ll get back with you when I’ve made my decision.”
A few days later, Jabid was in Shequyle’s office. He said, “I have reached a decision, Shequyle. We know Shokura pretty well. We have an extensive record on him. So far, we have no record of any violence. However, this kid, Zuangeng, is an unknown. We have nothing on him. He was found at the scene, not Shokura. I intend to prosecute Zuangeng. Make the arrest.”
“But, he is only six,” Shequyle protested.
Jabid said, “Makes no fuckin’ difference. Unless you have ony evidence or a witness to the contrary, my decision stands. If you don’t, I’ll find someone else. You’ll be reduced in rank!”
Shequyle said, disgustedly, “Alright. I’ll make the arrest; but, under protest!”
“Your protest is duly noted,” Jabid said. They exited the office. They went their separate ways.
Shequyle walked to Shulngeniu’s office. He walked in. He found her with a client. She looked up. She saw him and nodded. He waited in the waiting room. The client eventually left. Shequyle walked back in. He said, “Where is Zuangeng?”
Shulngeniu said, “He should be home. What’s up?”
Shequyle said, “I have an aggravating, unpleasant duty to arrest him.”
Shulngeniu exclaimed, “Oh, no! Not without my presence!”
Shequyle said, “I don’t like it any more than you do. My hands are tied!”
Shulngeniu said, “I’m going with you.”
“I expect no less from you. Let’s go,” Shequyle said.
They exited the office. Shulngeniu locked up. They arrived at her house. They walked in.
The butler greeted them. Shulngeniu spoke Cingalia, “Get Zuangeng.”
The butler walked off. He returned with Zuangeng. She said, “We need to be alone with him.”
The butler left. Shequyle said, “I hate doing this. You are under arrest for murder.”
Zuangeng’s mouth opened. He started to shake visibly. He protested, “But, I didn’t do it.”
Shequyle said, “I believe you; however, I have a duty to perform.”
Shulngeniu said, “Don’t worry. I’ll help you through this. I will be defending you.”
All three rode to the station. Shequyle booked Zuangeng in. On the way, a large shadow crossed their path. The shadow followed them. They looked up. They saw a greenish blue dragon flying over them.
After booking, Shequyle said, “Now, we need to see a judge. He will tell us what to do with Zuangeng until his trial.”
“Why don’t you just let him stay with me,” Shulngeniu asked.
“It doesn’t work that way here,” Shequyle said.
They exited the station. They walked to the courthouse. They found a judge that was in his office. They entered the office. They sat before the judge. The judge spoke Jalapean, “What can I do for you, Shequyle?”
“I arrested this boy for murder. I want to know what to do with him before the trial, your honor,” Shequyle said.
The judge said, “And you, Shulngeniu. Are you representing this boy?”
“Yes, your honor,” she replied.
“What is your take on this,” the judge asked.
“Jail is no place for a person his age. He knows nothing of your language,” she said.
“I take it you speak his language” the judge asked.
She said, “Yes. He is Cingala. I’m Cingala. Release him into my custody. I will take care of him. I will make sure he is ready for the trial. It will give me an opportunity to work with him on his testimony. I can teach him some of your language. He’ll be able to better understand the questions and answer in like.”
“Sounds good to me. What do you think, Shequyle?” the judge said.
“I agree with her,” Shequyle said.
“Then, release him into her custody,” the judge ordered. Zuangeng remained silent. He was not sure what was said.
Shequyle, Shulngeniu and Zuangeng exited the courthouse. Shequyle walked back to the station. Shulngeniu flagged down a taxi. Zuangeng and she rode home. They started preparation for the trial.
A few days passed as Shulngeniu went over Zuangeng’s responses to questions. The butler taught Zuangeng some Jalapean when Shulngeniu could not.
On the third day, they were in the back yard with Shulngeniu when a shadow passed over them. They looked up to see the same dragon as the previous day fly over them. Zuangeng turned to Shulngeniu and the butler. He spoke Cingalia, “There’s someone I need to see alone. Don’t worry, I’ll be back. I want to be cleared of this charge.”
Shulngeniu said, “Alright. Hurry back. We still have a lot of work to do. Do you want me to call a taxi?”
Zuangeng said, “Yes, ma’am to coming back. No to a taxi. Now, can I be alone?”
“Okay,” Shulngeniu said. The butler and she entered the house. Zuangeng stayed outside.
When they were gone, he went to the far end of the backyard. He went around behind a hedge. He took his clothes off. He laid them on the ground.
He knelt down. He turned into Ciyonaung. He spread his wings out. He crouched and jumped into the air. He flew in pursuit of the dragon. He finally caught up with it at a grass field outside the city. He landed in front of the dragon. Xianjeng said, “Hello, Ciyonaung. What’s going on?”
Xianjeng raised his head. He looked around. There was no one else there. He continued, “I saw Zuangeng going into a police station a few days ago.”
Ciyonaung said, “Zuangeng is being charged with murder. But, he’s innocent.”
Xianjeng said, “So, what’s going to happen to him?”
Ciyonaung said, “He goes to trial. He has someone representing him. She’s from his country. She’s teaching him some of the local language. They are sure of an acquittal due to lack of evidence.”
Xianjeng warned, “Don’t be too sure of it. People can be unpredictable.”
“He’ll be careful. I need to get back, now. They have a lot of work to do,” Ciyonaung said. He took off as Xianjeng watched. He arrived at the house. He circled it once before landing behind the hedge in the back yard. Nobody was out. He landed and returned to Zuangeng. He got dressed and entered the house.