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gang bangers, small-time drug dealers, fifty-dollar pimps at best. It was complete bullshit, but that didn’t stop every badge whooping and cheering as Rayburn lapped it up. Cooper shoved the stooges over to a couple of uniforms and told them which interview rooms to let the poor bastards sweat in. When they were gone, Rayburn hushed the room and pointed at the clearance board.
‘We put up those names in red, and sometimes they stay in red. But today, due to the hard work of every cop on this team, today we can change those twelve names to black.’
The room erupted. Fists were thrown in the air and hands were slapped on sweaty backs.
Rayburn gestured for quiet again. ‘Be proud. Enjoy this moment, but only for a moment. This thing is far from over. This fast and effective result is all due to good police work. Be proud of it. But this is far from over. We still need admissible evidence and we still need confessions if we’re going to close this fast.’
The audience clapped one last time and dispersed. When the badges parted, Rayburn saw Bishop leaning against a desk with a crooked smile on his face. ‘What’s your problem?’
‘They didn’t do it,’ Bishop said.
Taylor chimed in; Bishop could smell the grog on his breath. ‘They have jackets for armed rob, they were found in the area. How do you explain that?’
‘Did you find the guns, the cash, anything?’
‘We’ll break them and get it in confession,’ Rayburn said.
‘There’s nothing to confess to, mate.’
Rayburn shook his head. He was still smiling. ‘I thought I told you to go home.’
‘Don’t be more interested in looking like you’ve solved the case, rather than actually solving the case,’ Bishop said.
Rayburn’s face hardened. The smile disappeared. ‘What did you just say to me?’
Although it had been many years since Bishop and Taylor had uttered more than a couple of words to each other, Taylor’s eyes sent him a warning. They told him to back the fuck off.
‘Respect the rank,’ Cooper said, his voice low and dark.
Bishop held up the SD card. ‘I’ve got surveillance of the job. The shooters were trained. Those two fuckwits you dragged in don’t know shit from shit. Just have a look at it; that’s all I’m asking you to do.’
Rayburn was about to tear Bishop three new arseholes when Chief Inspector Wilson walked in. He saw their faces and their clenched fists. ‘Everything alright?’
‘Yes sir,’ Rayburn said, his whole tone changing. ‘We just picked up a couple of suspects. They look good for it.’
‘Good work.’
Rayburn took the SD card out of Bishop’s hand. ‘I’ll take a look at it. I’ve been giving you a bit of slack, you’ve had a rough couple of months, but I want you to go home, get some rest and think about becoming a team player.’ He turned to Wilson. ‘I want him out of here. At least for a few hours.’
When they were gone, Wilson said, ‘They want to see you on the eleventh floor.’
‘Who?’
‘The commissioner.’
*
Bishop waited outside Commissioner Mackler’s office and watched silent back-to-back coverage of the robbery on the television in the corner of the room.
The door to Mackler’s office opened and Wilson poked his head out. ‘Come on in.’
Bishop scanned the room and saw Mackler standing behind her empty desk with her knuckles on the glass top and her cool eyes on him. Coming up a woman in the Victorian Police Department wasn’t easy. Rising to commissioner by forty required her to be more politician than cop. Most of the street guys didn't trust her and she didn't care.
She had the youngest senior staff in the history of the VPD and earned the nickname The Brat Pack by the cops who had made a career out of policing. They were young and hip, their minds filled with university degrees and their hearts with ambition.
They filled out the room checking the latest news updates on iPads and phones while Bishop stood awkwardly in the middle of the
‘We put up those names in red, and sometimes they stay in red. But today, due to the hard work of every cop on this team, today we can change those twelve names to black.’
The room erupted. Fists were thrown in the air and hands were slapped on sweaty backs.
Rayburn gestured for quiet again. ‘Be proud. Enjoy this moment, but only for a moment. This thing is far from over. This fast and effective result is all due to good police work. Be proud of it. But this is far from over. We still need admissible evidence and we still need confessions if we’re going to close this fast.’
The audience clapped one last time and dispersed. When the badges parted, Rayburn saw Bishop leaning against a desk with a crooked smile on his face. ‘What’s your problem?’
‘They didn’t do it,’ Bishop said.
Taylor chimed in; Bishop could smell the grog on his breath. ‘They have jackets for armed rob, they were found in the area. How do you explain that?’
‘Did you find the guns, the cash, anything?’
‘We’ll break them and get it in confession,’ Rayburn said.
‘There’s nothing to confess to, mate.’
Rayburn shook his head. He was still smiling. ‘I thought I told you to go home.’
‘Don’t be more interested in looking like you’ve solved the case, rather than actually solving the case,’ Bishop said.
Rayburn’s face hardened. The smile disappeared. ‘What did you just say to me?’
Although it had been many years since Bishop and Taylor had uttered more than a couple of words to each other, Taylor’s eyes sent him a warning. They told him to back the fuck off.
‘Respect the rank,’ Cooper said, his voice low and dark.
Bishop held up the SD card. ‘I’ve got surveillance of the job. The shooters were trained. Those two fuckwits you dragged in don’t know shit from shit. Just have a look at it; that’s all I’m asking you to do.’
Rayburn was about to tear Bishop three new arseholes when Chief Inspector Wilson walked in. He saw their faces and their clenched fists. ‘Everything alright?’
‘Yes sir,’ Rayburn said, his whole tone changing. ‘We just picked up a couple of suspects. They look good for it.’
‘Good work.’
Rayburn took the SD card out of Bishop’s hand. ‘I’ll take a look at it. I’ve been giving you a bit of slack, you’ve had a rough couple of months, but I want you to go home, get some rest and think about becoming a team player.’ He turned to Wilson. ‘I want him out of here. At least for a few hours.’
When they were gone, Wilson said, ‘They want to see you on the eleventh floor.’
‘Who?’
‘The commissioner.’
*
Bishop waited outside Commissioner Mackler’s office and watched silent back-to-back coverage of the robbery on the television in the corner of the room.
The door to Mackler’s office opened and Wilson poked his head out. ‘Come on in.’
Bishop scanned the room and saw Mackler standing behind her empty desk with her knuckles on the glass top and her cool eyes on him. Coming up a woman in the Victorian Police Department wasn’t easy. Rising to commissioner by forty required her to be more politician than cop. Most of the street guys didn't trust her and she didn't care.
She had the youngest senior staff in the history of the VPD and earned the nickname The Brat Pack by the cops who had made a career out of policing. They were young and hip, their minds filled with university degrees and their hearts with ambition.
They filled out the room checking the latest news updates on iPads and phones while Bishop stood awkwardly in the middle of the
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