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the day. The hours displayed on the door were from 7 a.m. to 3:30 p.m. He would have to save that visit for tomorrow.
Chapter 17
Fred arrived at the office early the next morning. On his desk was a steaming hot cup of Barney’s black coffee, which he offered to the first patrolman that walked by. Fred had never told Maureen that he hated coffee and out of fear the word might get back to her, he never told his fellow officers or secretary about his dislike for the beverage either. He assumed at least some of them had caught on to him since he gave away much more coffee than he ever consumed. A DVD was nested in the middle of his desk with a large note on top—GOT IT. Jan had once again done a superb job! Shortly after Fred sat down, Jim entered the office.
“When do you want to watch the DVD”? Jim asked, apparently as eager as Fred was to view it in greater detail, hoping to clarify the confusion that had bothered both of them earlier.
“Right now is as good a time as ever,” Fred responded eagerly. Jim asked if anyone else was going to watch the DVD. It was obvious that neither of them wanted to invite the chief or Paul to participate in the viewing. In less than ten minutes, the conference room was set up for viewing. Jan put a note on the outside of the door indicating a meeting in process which would probably prove useless. Patrolmen would continuously open the door and then immediately apologize indicating that they didn’t realize the room was occupied. However, without a lock, a note pinned on the door was the only form of security available. Fred and Jim sat down on both sides of the front end of the peeling gray metal conference table. Jan controlled the DVD player behind them.
Fred had Jan stop the projection at the point in which Slivers entered the bank and was greeting a woman to his right; Slivers was all smiles. Fred asked rhetorically, “Now, does that look like someone about to commit a robbery, or just about to go into a panic mode?”
Jim responded, “Not at all, and that was my initial feeling when I first saw the video.” The DVD player was started up again and stopped when Slivers’ facial reaction went through an instantaneous sea change.
Fred remarked, “Notice that the smile on Slivers’ face has now shifted to a deep grimace. The change is so abrupt and vivid he looks like a different person. It’s almost spooky.”
The rest of the DVD was played continuously, and Fred asked if anyone had detected anything significant. Neither Jim nor Fred’s secretary could discern anything other than what obviously appeared to be a random shooting. Fred continued to sit in silence, his attention riveted on the scenes in front of him. Something was bothering him but he was still not sure what it was. They watched the DVD several more times but nothing new was evident to Fred or to the other two. Finally he said, “You know, most banks have more than one video operating at the same time to gain the advantage of various perspectives of a potential crime scene. Jim, you got the video from the bank, was that the only video they had of the assault?”
“They didn’t say, they just gave it to me and I didn’t question them further.”
“Check it out,” Fred directed.
Just as Fred and Jim were exiting from the conference room, the chief’s secretary burst in. “There you are,” she stated in an obvious sarcastic tone, which to Fred seemed to be the only tone she ever used, “the chief wants to see you immediately.”
Amazing how secretaries and immediate subordinates take on the derived power of their bosses, Fred thought. It doesn’t matter where in the pecking they are, in their eyes they are the same as the boss.
Fred walked into the chief’s office. Seated to the chief’s immediate right was the District Attorney, Jason Cooper. Next to the DA sat Paul. They were all smiling as if sharing the residual humor of some joke.
“Hello Fred, congratulations
Chapter 17
Fred arrived at the office early the next morning. On his desk was a steaming hot cup of Barney’s black coffee, which he offered to the first patrolman that walked by. Fred had never told Maureen that he hated coffee and out of fear the word might get back to her, he never told his fellow officers or secretary about his dislike for the beverage either. He assumed at least some of them had caught on to him since he gave away much more coffee than he ever consumed. A DVD was nested in the middle of his desk with a large note on top—GOT IT. Jan had once again done a superb job! Shortly after Fred sat down, Jim entered the office.
“When do you want to watch the DVD”? Jim asked, apparently as eager as Fred was to view it in greater detail, hoping to clarify the confusion that had bothered both of them earlier.
“Right now is as good a time as ever,” Fred responded eagerly. Jim asked if anyone else was going to watch the DVD. It was obvious that neither of them wanted to invite the chief or Paul to participate in the viewing. In less than ten minutes, the conference room was set up for viewing. Jan put a note on the outside of the door indicating a meeting in process which would probably prove useless. Patrolmen would continuously open the door and then immediately apologize indicating that they didn’t realize the room was occupied. However, without a lock, a note pinned on the door was the only form of security available. Fred and Jim sat down on both sides of the front end of the peeling gray metal conference table. Jan controlled the DVD player behind them.
Fred had Jan stop the projection at the point in which Slivers entered the bank and was greeting a woman to his right; Slivers was all smiles. Fred asked rhetorically, “Now, does that look like someone about to commit a robbery, or just about to go into a panic mode?”
Jim responded, “Not at all, and that was my initial feeling when I first saw the video.” The DVD player was started up again and stopped when Slivers’ facial reaction went through an instantaneous sea change.
Fred remarked, “Notice that the smile on Slivers’ face has now shifted to a deep grimace. The change is so abrupt and vivid he looks like a different person. It’s almost spooky.”
The rest of the DVD was played continuously, and Fred asked if anyone had detected anything significant. Neither Jim nor Fred’s secretary could discern anything other than what obviously appeared to be a random shooting. Fred continued to sit in silence, his attention riveted on the scenes in front of him. Something was bothering him but he was still not sure what it was. They watched the DVD several more times but nothing new was evident to Fred or to the other two. Finally he said, “You know, most banks have more than one video operating at the same time to gain the advantage of various perspectives of a potential crime scene. Jim, you got the video from the bank, was that the only video they had of the assault?”
“They didn’t say, they just gave it to me and I didn’t question them further.”
“Check it out,” Fred directed.
Just as Fred and Jim were exiting from the conference room, the chief’s secretary burst in. “There you are,” she stated in an obvious sarcastic tone, which to Fred seemed to be the only tone she ever used, “the chief wants to see you immediately.”
Amazing how secretaries and immediate subordinates take on the derived power of their bosses, Fred thought. It doesn’t matter where in the pecking they are, in their eyes they are the same as the boss.
Fred walked into the chief’s office. Seated to the chief’s immediate right was the District Attorney, Jason Cooper. Next to the DA sat Paul. They were all smiling as if sharing the residual humor of some joke.
“Hello Fred, congratulations
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