Rage by Jerry Langton Read Free Book Online

address. Armed with shotguns, they surrounded both entrances to the second-floor apartment and called inside. There was no answer. Tim had the phone in his hand when it rang, and he hoped it would be Ashley. But he let it ring, just in case it wasn’t.
    He knew that if he got in touch with her, there were things he wanted to say to her that he didn’t want his father to hear. So at 7:35, Tim walked to the apartment’s back door and hesitated at the top of the steps into the back yard with the portable phone in his hand. Although Tim hadn’t yet taken a step outside, the members of the ETF could clearly see him through the open door. He didn’t realize it at first, but he had more than a dozen guns aimed at his head.
    The cops yelled at him, told him to stop moving, to put the phone down. He didn’t. They shouted the order at him again and again. Still he refused. He later claimed he couldn’t hear them. After waiting for a response from Tim, one cop ran up to him and kicked him in the chest. Tim crumpled and the cops cuffed him and placed him under arrest.
    The commotion drew the attention of Tim’s ailing father—also named Tim Ferriman—who came outside to see what was the matter. When Tim saw him, he told him: “Dad, I witnessed a murder.” Enraged at seeing his son roughly handled and on the ground, the older Ferriman began to argue with and threaten several police officers. He was quickly placed under arrest.
    As police led young Tim Ferriman down the stairs, he passed by ETF leader James Hung, recognized that he was in charge, and told him: “I know why you guys are here; I know what this is all about.” He started talking as soon as the arresting officer read him his right to counsel. On the drive to the police station, the officers questioned him about the whereabouts of Kevin and Pierre. He provided police with detailed descriptions of the two boys, including where they were and what they were wearing when he last saw them.
    When he was brought to 54 Division, Tim was allowed to explain to his father what had happened in private. His father was then released without being charged.
    The officers there took Tim at his word and were treating him like a witness to an attempted murder. That changed when Gray arrived. When he saw Tim waiting around the station, barely supervised, he told the officers there that he wasn’t a witness, but a suspect. “He’s in this,” he told them. Tim was quickly taken into more secure custody.
    Despite appearing willing to talk in the car, Tim changed his mind at the police station and decided to wait for a lawyer. Aware that they would get no more information from him that night, the police offered him the chance to make a phone call. Unlike in the United States, a prisoner’s one phone call is not a guaranteed right in Canada, but it has become customary over the years. Excited, Tim told them he wanted to call Ashley. They refused.

    At 8:00 p.m., Joanne—unaware that her son was dead—finished up her shift at a popular chain restaurant and headed for home. She got off the subway at the Main Street stop, as she had thousands of times before, and walked the two blocks east to Dawes. She could see flashing lights in the dark sky, but didn’t think much about it. It wasn’t exactly a high-crime area, but things happened there from time to time and a few flashing lights in the neighborhood didn’t overly concern her. As soon as Joanne turned the corner, though, she saw just how many police cars there were and how big the crowds were. As she got closer, she could tell they were in front of her house. She broke into a run. By the time she got to the police line, she was frantic and screaming. Once the police and other emergency personnel identified her as Johnathon’s mother, they surrounded her, separated her from the curious onlookers, packed her in the back seat of a car and took her away for debriefing and grief counseling.
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