that my suspension is only temporary. I want you to know that I love my job and that Iâd hate to lose it.â
Bernie shook his head. âYeah, I suppose you would,â he said unsympathetically. âHow long have you been with us, Ricketts?â
âSix months, sir.â
âFor some guys, policing is a soft option. Sit on your ass for 25 years. Then retire with a nice big package. Cultivate dahlias and rent yourself out on weekends to concert promoters.â
Ricketts straightened even more and swallowed, his Adamâs apple jerking.
Bernie went on gruffly, âThis is a routine matter. A question-and-answer session to clear up some loose ends. It is all part of a murder inquiry that the department is pursuing. It is not, repeat not, a disciplinary hearing. All the same, Ricketts, if you feel threatened or uncomfortable youâre entitled to have a union rep present, or a lawyer.â
âI donât want either, at the moment.â
âDo you have any objection to this session being taped?â
âNo, sir.â
âLet me know if you change your mind, okay?â
âOkay, sir.â
Bernie looked at me.
I got up from my chair, went across to the filing cabinet where Bernie keeps a battery-powered recorder ready and took it to the desk. I turned the recorder on and sat down again.
Bernie shut his eyes for a long moment. Opening his eyes, he pointed a finger at Ricketts and said, âThis is serious stuff, Constable. I want to go step by step through a few incidents and I want the truth. No bullshit and no omissions. The whole truth and nothing else, okay?â
âI will cooperate in every way, sir.â
âGood. All right. You and Constable Bradley were in a police cruiser on routine patrol. Somebody called headquarters and reported seeing a couple of suspicious characters on Collins Lane. Correct?â
Flustered initially by Bernieâs severe tone and manner, Ricketts said, âYes, sir. When the dispatcher radioed the call, we were on Haultain Street.â
âWho is âweâ?â
âMe and Constable Bradley.â
âYou responded immediately, you told us. What time was that, Constable?â
Ricketts reached into one of his pockets. Bernie stopped him by saying, âDonât consult your notes. I want you to answer my questions from memory.â
âIt was between eight-thirty and nine in the morning when we got the dispatcherâs call. Maybe twenty minutes before nine. We were told to be on the lookout for two First Nations women. A pair of alleged suspicious prowlers.â
âWhat happened next?â
âWe were heading west on Haultain at the time. I did a U-turn and we ended up on Richmond Road. We winkled our way onto Echo Bay Road and spotted two women standing near a bus stop. They answered the descriptions weâd been given. When I stopped the car, the women fled into the bush.â
âFine, youâre doing okay, Ricketts. Then what?â
âWe gave chase, but it was hopeless from the start. The bush is so thick along there you canât see twenty feet ahead. It was broad daylight on the road, but in some places underneath those trees it was dark enough for a Maglite. We never saw either woman again. Constable Bradley and I figured our chances of catching them were minimal. He decided to return to the car while I continued the chase.â
With rising confidence, Ricketts went on, âAt that time, of course, we didnât know thereâd been a murder. We thought the women were at worst just a couple of suspicious prowlers. As Bradley pointed out, what were we going to do even if we did catch up with them? Deliver a stern warning?â
âTrue enough, thatâs a very good point,â Bernie said formally, as if that thought had never occurred to him. âYou couldnât have known that those two women would become the prime suspects in a particularly vicious murder
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