Eddie's shoulder. “It's been fer yers, Eddie. I tink it fer you move on now. If it's me blessin ya need I've tird you a tousand times...” Patrick began to say, but Eddie cut him off.
"Don't go there, Patrick,” Eddie snapped, and the three men were quiet a moment.
"It's not like you're cheating on—"
"Don't!"
The moment was intense, and Ken didn't know what to say, until Eddie softly apologized. Patrick patted Eddie on the shoulder, then went back to the bar, looking a bit more somber than before.
* * * *
From the bar, Patrick watched his son-in-law, Eddie, closely as he spoke with his partner, at the booth. Patrick wished Eddie could move on with his personal life. He was still young, at forty, and very good-looking.
Patrick knew Eddie had loved his daughter, Sarah, with all his heart. Patrick thought his daughter had a wonderful husband, and Eddie was a son-in-law and husband to be proud of.
However, Eddie just couldn't get over Sarah's murder. Somehow, he blamed himself.
He wished Eddie could open his heart up to another woman again, but she would have to be special, and damn tough to get through that wall he built around his heart. Damn tough. He slowly wiped down the bar with the rag and refilled another mug of beer for his friend Brian.
* * * *
Ken felt bad for his partner and friend and figured there was only one thing to do now that his burger arrived. A subject change would do the trick.
"So, the real reason I'm a few minutes late is that I spoke with someone from the lab. We got a make of the vehicle from the tire track that was left behind.” Ken sunk his teeth into the juicy cheeseburger. He was starving.
"That's good. So what kind of truck was it?"
Ken took a moment to chew his food and swallow before answering. “Basically, it's your typical delivery box truck with a twenty-two point five tire size. The height has to be around 12.5 in. The pictures and measurements taken at the crime scene of the broken tree branches, along with the tire marks, are consistent with the height and weight of the vehicle, and tire type."
"Well, depending on where the truck may be registered, we could just put out an APB and general description of that vehicle for officers in the surrounding area to keep a look out. There are probably hundreds of them out there."
"We should call Detective Phelps and let her know what we got. Maybe it can help in her case, as well?"
"Sure, give her a call and let her know,” Eddie added, then took a sip of his beer.
Ken offered Eddie his cell phone. “Why don't you call her. I know you want to."
"I don't know what you're talking about. Just cool it."
Ken laughed, then dialed the number. He had already put Lauren's cell phone number in his speed dial. Eddie gave him a ‘you've got to be kidding me’ kind of look.
"Hey, a guy's got to have his fantasies.” Winking at Eddie, Ken waited for Lauren to answer her phone.
* * * *
Lauren was speaking with Lieutenant McNulty when her cell phone rang. She was at the 53rd Precinct talking to Tom McNulty about their case. Glancing down at the Caller ID, she saw it was Detective Murphy, Ridgeburgh P.D. “Excuse me one second while I take this."
Tom nodded, then leaned against the desk.
Lauren listened to the new information from Detective Kafrey. “So this could be our suspect's vehicle?"
"Possibly. Considering there are hundreds or thousands of box trucks in the surrounding area, never mind the city, it's a bit of a long shot."
"It's still important to keep this in mind. At least when we interview possible witnesses, we can ask if they noticed any box trucks around."
"True. Okay we'll keep you updated, Detective Phelps."
"Thanks, Kafrey.” Lauren hung up her cell phone. “So what's that all about?” Tom asked.
"The other case I'm working on. So what's the latest on our John Doe?” Lauren said, as she re-clipped her cell phone to the belt on her waist.
"Well, while some of us were out looking good for the cameras and
"Don't go there, Patrick,” Eddie snapped, and the three men were quiet a moment.
"It's not like you're cheating on—"
"Don't!"
The moment was intense, and Ken didn't know what to say, until Eddie softly apologized. Patrick patted Eddie on the shoulder, then went back to the bar, looking a bit more somber than before.
* * * *
From the bar, Patrick watched his son-in-law, Eddie, closely as he spoke with his partner, at the booth. Patrick wished Eddie could move on with his personal life. He was still young, at forty, and very good-looking.
Patrick knew Eddie had loved his daughter, Sarah, with all his heart. Patrick thought his daughter had a wonderful husband, and Eddie was a son-in-law and husband to be proud of.
However, Eddie just couldn't get over Sarah's murder. Somehow, he blamed himself.
He wished Eddie could open his heart up to another woman again, but she would have to be special, and damn tough to get through that wall he built around his heart. Damn tough. He slowly wiped down the bar with the rag and refilled another mug of beer for his friend Brian.
* * * *
Ken felt bad for his partner and friend and figured there was only one thing to do now that his burger arrived. A subject change would do the trick.
"So, the real reason I'm a few minutes late is that I spoke with someone from the lab. We got a make of the vehicle from the tire track that was left behind.” Ken sunk his teeth into the juicy cheeseburger. He was starving.
"That's good. So what kind of truck was it?"
Ken took a moment to chew his food and swallow before answering. “Basically, it's your typical delivery box truck with a twenty-two point five tire size. The height has to be around 12.5 in. The pictures and measurements taken at the crime scene of the broken tree branches, along with the tire marks, are consistent with the height and weight of the vehicle, and tire type."
"Well, depending on where the truck may be registered, we could just put out an APB and general description of that vehicle for officers in the surrounding area to keep a look out. There are probably hundreds of them out there."
"We should call Detective Phelps and let her know what we got. Maybe it can help in her case, as well?"
"Sure, give her a call and let her know,” Eddie added, then took a sip of his beer.
Ken offered Eddie his cell phone. “Why don't you call her. I know you want to."
"I don't know what you're talking about. Just cool it."
Ken laughed, then dialed the number. He had already put Lauren's cell phone number in his speed dial. Eddie gave him a ‘you've got to be kidding me’ kind of look.
"Hey, a guy's got to have his fantasies.” Winking at Eddie, Ken waited for Lauren to answer her phone.
* * * *
Lauren was speaking with Lieutenant McNulty when her cell phone rang. She was at the 53rd Precinct talking to Tom McNulty about their case. Glancing down at the Caller ID, she saw it was Detective Murphy, Ridgeburgh P.D. “Excuse me one second while I take this."
Tom nodded, then leaned against the desk.
Lauren listened to the new information from Detective Kafrey. “So this could be our suspect's vehicle?"
"Possibly. Considering there are hundreds or thousands of box trucks in the surrounding area, never mind the city, it's a bit of a long shot."
"It's still important to keep this in mind. At least when we interview possible witnesses, we can ask if they noticed any box trucks around."
"True. Okay we'll keep you updated, Detective Phelps."
"Thanks, Kafrey.” Lauren hung up her cell phone. “So what's that all about?” Tom asked.
"The other case I'm working on. So what's the latest on our John Doe?” Lauren said, as she re-clipped her cell phone to the belt on her waist.
"Well, while some of us were out looking good for the cameras and
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