Today’s excerpt is from Horace
Goes Home, the second of three Elmer Bader books. After Elmer outflanks the Chief of Detectives
(who doesn’t much care for him), Elmer and his captain have a few words of
levity. Enjoy and have a great day.
m.j.
Gordon rolled
his eyes, while Chief of Detectives Huey Longfellow acted as though he hadn’t
heard or understood…if he did. “Have a
seat, Lieutenant. We were just
discussing a need for extra manpower.
The Vice President is making a stop here for a fast fundraising meeting,
on his way back to D.C. from Hawaii.”
Elmer ignored
the dig about sitting down without invitation, then smiled, “Be glad to
volunteer. Haven’t had my uniform on for
quite a spell. My wife likes the way I
look in it. Where should I report? I’m bored to death with the thing I’m working
on, so this will be a nice diversion from totally unproductive wool
gathering. I like these kinds of
details. Offer a nice break. Gordon—how about you coming along, too? Do you good to get out of the office.”
Gordon, picking
up on Elmer’s ploy, nodded, “Sounds like a good idea. The two of us from this Department enough,
Chief?”
“Was hoping for
four.”
“Yes, sir—I’ll
round up two more. Can’t use Lieutenant
Wilcox, I’ll leave him in charge. Guess
Smitty, since he’s junior. Using him,
then may as well have his partner, Sergeant Evans along, also. Where and when, Chief?”
Longfellow told
them, got up, and left without another word.
After he was gone, both Gordon and Elmer laughed. “Nice move, Elmer. We keep this stuff up, he’ll retire on his
way to the nut house.”
“Actually, I
heard a rumor about that…him retiring, I mean.
My birdie told me by the end of the year. May be getting a gentle push out the door
from the Chief…of Police, not…”
“What I thought
you meant. We only have two Chiefs…thank
God. How good is your source?”
“Very. Word came from the big Chief’s office—almost
out of his mouth”
“Who in the hell
do you have in there, if I may ask? Or
dare I ask?”
“Aah…trade
secret—oh, great and noble Captain.”
“Well, if it
doesn’t get too far into your bag of trade secrets, who’s gonna replace
him? And why is he being eased out the
door?”
“Second one
first…closure rates aren’t what they once were—with the exception of Homicide,
of course. As to who, don’t know…though
I did put in a good word for you, but was told you aren’t senior enough at this
point to get the boost. Though I
understand my name was mentioned—now
ain’t that a crock of crap.”
“Who in the hell
do you know with that kind of clout?”
“Aah…”
“Shut up. Get out of here. Take your damned trade secrets with you.”
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