Chapter
One: Payback Time
Larry Americano picked up the phone and dialed 961-8400.
“Taxi.” the voice on the other end answered.
“I’m at 55 High Street in Nashua, going to the Counseling
Center.” Larry said.
In five minutes, a taxi appeared, and Larry got in. Once at the
center, he told the receptionist, “I’m here for my appointment with Godbey.”
The receptionist looked up and said, “You’re a bit early. Have a
seat, and you will be called in a few minutes.”
Larry used his cell phone to call a talk show, as he walked back
into the hallway. In a minute, he was on the air on a show syndicated over
twenty radio stations in five states.
“I just wanted to tell the victims of involuntary
hospitalizations that there is a way to fight back. I’m in Nashua, New
Hampshire and you’re going to see a big news story unfold here, and the victims
of involuntary hospitalizations will know how to make the cause of their plight
pay the price.” Larry said.
Larry went back to the waiting room. In seven minutes, a woman
entered the room. “Larry.” she said.
Larry stood up. He recognized her but glanced at her name tag
just to be sure. “Kathy M. Godbey, LCSW” it said.
“Kathy Godbey, you got me locked up in
a mental institution. Now you have to pay the price.” He drew a 9 millimeter Glock from under his coat. He took a second to make sure
nobody was behind her, and blasted away. The woman dropped to the floor. Larry
turned to the receptionist and said, “I was thinking of shooting innocent
people, but she and the cops deserve it, and innocent people don’t.” Then he
reloaded and left.
In about a minute, a Nashua Police cruiser pulled up, and
Sergeant Jeffrey Todd Hewitt emerged to enter the building. Larry was making
his way around the building. He turned the corner and shot the cop in the leg,
from behind.
“Hey, cop! You want to haul innocent people off to mental
institutions, eh? Well, let’s see how big and tough you are now!”
Sergeant Hewitt, now lying on the sidewalk, drew to fire, but
Larry kicked the weapon away.
“So, you want to shoot me, huh? Let’s see how big and tough you
are. Get up and arrest me.” Larry, wearing steel-toed boots, stepped up quickly
and kicked Sergeant Hewitt in the face. “You gonna
let me get away with that? Let’s see how big and tough you are now.” Sergeant
Hewitt tried to get up, but Larry administered another kick in the face. Then
he administered a bullet to the cop’s head.
Larry didn’t even see the other Nashua cops coming up from
behind him. In the blink of an eye, he was on the ground, in handcuffs.