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her mouth is swollen. Really, it is impossible to
understand her but she insists on talking, and I continue to record her efforts
to speak. I’m only able to comprehend a few words, one of which is ‘taxi’. “
Wes interrupted, “Karen, I’m sure there is
a reason but why not paper and pen?”
“She can’t write. Besides being feeble,
both hands are severely cut and swollen, in fact, all ripped up and covered in
massive bandages. She was either trying to protect herself or he was wild and
swinging and slicing at everything.
My guess: he is not a regular cab driver
but has disguised a vehicle to mimic a regular cab; it has to be good disguise
because women are getting into the damn cab without any reservations. The cab
allows him to cruise in any area without attracting attention. Net? All I have
is four different recorded statements from the lady in Intensive Care, out of
which I can understand about ten words.”
I’m rather abrupt and cut it short. “Karen
I need you to participate in the brainstorming on the Five Star Couple then I
promise we will form a different group to review Harry with you. We have a
fresh crime scene with the Five Star Couple. I need to start there.”
She wants to spend all her time on her
case; she is not pleased. Still I have something to contribute. “Come back to
my office after the meeting. I’ve a contact with an FBI technical group, and
they have some gurus who may be able to work on your recordings; the contact
owes me. Maybe we can get priority. Maybe get you some understandable phrases
or words.”
Everyone is starting to leave; I feel I
have to say something, but my brain is mush, I almost mumble the words. “People
thanks for the reports. I recognize I’m not starting from the high ground but
you all know me and I hope trust me.”
There are handshakes on the way out, and no
one appears distressed by my promotion; that’s about all I can hope. Before all
clear the room, the Chief’s secretary is at the door.
“Charlie, the Chief asked me to relay this
message: the Judge has canceled the special Board meeting today and will
reschedule later in the week.”
“Thanks, I don’t know what caused the
cancelation but it’s good for me. I’ll be at my desk once I find my new
office.”
Karen is waiting, and we head out to find
my new office.
# # #
Karen is gone, pleased with the FBI
willingness to assist and prioritize. I start organizing my small office; it
appears someone has already been at work. The place has been dusted, all the
little odds and ends are in place, on my desk a new large size monitor
connected to central, even my own coffee maker in operation. Since I have all
the necessary passwords, I can now dig deeper into both open cases. I’m ok,
just fighting a headache and sore throat.
The blackouts are scary. I can’t believe I
approached Emma in front of the whole Sector and started on her bare shoulders,
like a horny drunk. Unbelievable. But then I realize, at that moment, that is what
I was: a horny drunk. How depressing. I can’t focus on the damn cases.
What’s bothering me? Why did I get
promoted? I’ve known the Chief and worked with him for a long time. I
understand why he placated the blond and convinced her not to proceed with a
charge but why let me off the hook? Me or any other misbehaving member of his
force. This is not his style. Second, after the Spring Dance, he has to be
worried about me; why take a chance? Doesn’t make sense, not for a straight guy
like the Chief. Why would he do this?
I drink my coffee. Slowly it begins to
filter through, the only thing that makes sense: it’s a setup. If he fires me
today, there could be a backlash. I could be viewed as a grieving widower who
has put in many extra hours for the department and solved some tough cases,
then was thrown off the force while recovering from a personal
understand her but she insists on talking, and I continue to record her efforts
to speak. I’m only able to comprehend a few words, one of which is ‘taxi’. “
Wes interrupted, “Karen, I’m sure there is
a reason but why not paper and pen?”
“She can’t write. Besides being feeble,
both hands are severely cut and swollen, in fact, all ripped up and covered in
massive bandages. She was either trying to protect herself or he was wild and
swinging and slicing at everything.
My guess: he is not a regular cab driver
but has disguised a vehicle to mimic a regular cab; it has to be good disguise
because women are getting into the damn cab without any reservations. The cab
allows him to cruise in any area without attracting attention. Net? All I have
is four different recorded statements from the lady in Intensive Care, out of
which I can understand about ten words.”
I’m rather abrupt and cut it short. “Karen
I need you to participate in the brainstorming on the Five Star Couple then I
promise we will form a different group to review Harry with you. We have a
fresh crime scene with the Five Star Couple. I need to start there.”
She wants to spend all her time on her
case; she is not pleased. Still I have something to contribute. “Come back to
my office after the meeting. I’ve a contact with an FBI technical group, and
they have some gurus who may be able to work on your recordings; the contact
owes me. Maybe we can get priority. Maybe get you some understandable phrases
or words.”
Everyone is starting to leave; I feel I
have to say something, but my brain is mush, I almost mumble the words. “People
thanks for the reports. I recognize I’m not starting from the high ground but
you all know me and I hope trust me.”
There are handshakes on the way out, and no
one appears distressed by my promotion; that’s about all I can hope. Before all
clear the room, the Chief’s secretary is at the door.
“Charlie, the Chief asked me to relay this
message: the Judge has canceled the special Board meeting today and will
reschedule later in the week.”
“Thanks, I don’t know what caused the
cancelation but it’s good for me. I’ll be at my desk once I find my new
office.”
Karen is waiting, and we head out to find
my new office.
# # #
Karen is gone, pleased with the FBI
willingness to assist and prioritize. I start organizing my small office; it
appears someone has already been at work. The place has been dusted, all the
little odds and ends are in place, on my desk a new large size monitor
connected to central, even my own coffee maker in operation. Since I have all
the necessary passwords, I can now dig deeper into both open cases. I’m ok,
just fighting a headache and sore throat.
The blackouts are scary. I can’t believe I
approached Emma in front of the whole Sector and started on her bare shoulders,
like a horny drunk. Unbelievable. But then I realize, at that moment, that is what
I was: a horny drunk. How depressing. I can’t focus on the damn cases.
What’s bothering me? Why did I get
promoted? I’ve known the Chief and worked with him for a long time. I
understand why he placated the blond and convinced her not to proceed with a
charge but why let me off the hook? Me or any other misbehaving member of his
force. This is not his style. Second, after the Spring Dance, he has to be
worried about me; why take a chance? Doesn’t make sense, not for a straight guy
like the Chief. Why would he do this?
I drink my coffee. Slowly it begins to
filter through, the only thing that makes sense: it’s a setup. If he fires me
today, there could be a backlash. I could be viewed as a grieving widower who
has put in many extra hours for the department and solved some tough cases,
then was thrown off the force while recovering from a personal
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