Battaglia agreed. He keyed his mike. “Pull a copy of the protection order and give me the terms, please.”
“Already done,” Irina replied. “He is restricted from being within two city blocks of Lorraine Kingston’s home or business, as well as being restricted from contacting her in any fashion.”
“Copy,” Battaglia said and turned to Sully and Chisolm. “Well, it doesn’t get much easier than that, does it?”
“Should we do a show-up?” Sully asked. “Get Sandy the Neighbor over here to ID Preissing?”
“On a misdemeanor?”
“It’s a domestic violence. You know how they are about DVs.”
“They who?”
“Sergeants, prosecutors,” Sully smiled. “Italians. You name it.”
Battaglia sighed, not taking the bait. “Look, we caught him within the two blocks. Let’s just book him.”
Sully shrugged. “Fine. What about the trespass?”
Battaglia frowned. Sully raised his hands in apology.
“I’ll go back and get the rest of the neighbor’s information,” Chisolm said.
“Thanks, Tom.”
Battaglia popped the back door. “Get out,” he told Preissing.
“About time,” Preissing said, stepping out of the car awkwardly. “Now take off these cuffs before I call my lawyer.”
“How about you call him from jail, smart-ass?” Battaglia said.
“Huh?”
“What were you doing over at Lorraine’s house?” Battaglia asked. He began to search Preissing, removing items as he came across them.
“Lorraine who? What are you doing?”
Sully shook his head and clucked his tongue while Battaglia searched. “The stupid routine isn’t going to impress the judge.”
“Maybe it’s not a routine,” Battaglia said.
“I want my lawyer,” Preissing said. “Joel Harrity. Right now.”
Battaglia finished his search. “Like I said, call him from jail. Now get back in the car.” He guided Preissing into the back seat and closed the door.
“Lorraine who,” Sully muttered. “What an idiot.”
Battaglia gathered Preissing’s property. “No way is this guy Tower’s rapist,” he told Sully. “He’s just a loser stalking his girlfriend.”
Sully shrugged. “Still worth an FI.”
“Waste of paper.”
The two got into the patrol car. Sully reset the mileage on the odometer and put the car in gear. Battaglia advised dispatch, “Adam-122, we’re en route to jail with a male for a protection order violation. Mileage is reset.”
“Copy.”
Battaglia reached for the stereo. “Country, you figure?”
Sully shook his head. “Heavy metal.”
“Forget that. That shit hurts my head.” Battaglia turned on the stereo and channel surfed. When he landed on the oldies station, a familiar tune came through the speakers. He grinned broadly and turned it up, fading the volume to the rear.
“Classic,” Sully said.
“Fitting, too,” Battaglia answered, laughing at his own joke. He sang along with the chorus. “Well if you feel like loving me...if you got the notion...I second that emotion. ”
“Turn that shit down!” Preissing yelled from the back seat, his voice muffled by the music.
Both officers grinned. Sully took over. “Hey!” he sang, “So if you feel like giving Lorraine a lifetime of devotion...I second that emotion!
“That’s fucking harassment!”
“Hey!” Sully and Battaglia crooned together. “I second that emotion!”
“You guys are assholes,” Preissing hollered.
Sully looked at Battaglia and shrugged. Battaglia shrugged back.
“He’s probably right,” Sully said.
“Screw him,” said Battaglia. “He’s going to jail.”
FOUR
Tuesday, April 16th
Day shift
0911 hours
Detective Tower tapped his pen against the open file folder. His left hand curled around a cup of coffee. He’d read and re-read the contents in the hope that something new would jump out at him, but all he’d succeeded in doing was giving himself a headache.
He took a sip of coffee and reviewed Giovanni’s report again. Although the use of the
“Already done,” Irina replied. “He is restricted from being within two city blocks of Lorraine Kingston’s home or business, as well as being restricted from contacting her in any fashion.”
“Copy,” Battaglia said and turned to Sully and Chisolm. “Well, it doesn’t get much easier than that, does it?”
“Should we do a show-up?” Sully asked. “Get Sandy the Neighbor over here to ID Preissing?”
“On a misdemeanor?”
“It’s a domestic violence. You know how they are about DVs.”
“They who?”
“Sergeants, prosecutors,” Sully smiled. “Italians. You name it.”
Battaglia sighed, not taking the bait. “Look, we caught him within the two blocks. Let’s just book him.”
Sully shrugged. “Fine. What about the trespass?”
Battaglia frowned. Sully raised his hands in apology.
“I’ll go back and get the rest of the neighbor’s information,” Chisolm said.
“Thanks, Tom.”
Battaglia popped the back door. “Get out,” he told Preissing.
“About time,” Preissing said, stepping out of the car awkwardly. “Now take off these cuffs before I call my lawyer.”
“How about you call him from jail, smart-ass?” Battaglia said.
“Huh?”
“What were you doing over at Lorraine’s house?” Battaglia asked. He began to search Preissing, removing items as he came across them.
“Lorraine who? What are you doing?”
Sully shook his head and clucked his tongue while Battaglia searched. “The stupid routine isn’t going to impress the judge.”
“Maybe it’s not a routine,” Battaglia said.
“I want my lawyer,” Preissing said. “Joel Harrity. Right now.”
Battaglia finished his search. “Like I said, call him from jail. Now get back in the car.” He guided Preissing into the back seat and closed the door.
“Lorraine who,” Sully muttered. “What an idiot.”
Battaglia gathered Preissing’s property. “No way is this guy Tower’s rapist,” he told Sully. “He’s just a loser stalking his girlfriend.”
Sully shrugged. “Still worth an FI.”
“Waste of paper.”
The two got into the patrol car. Sully reset the mileage on the odometer and put the car in gear. Battaglia advised dispatch, “Adam-122, we’re en route to jail with a male for a protection order violation. Mileage is reset.”
“Copy.”
Battaglia reached for the stereo. “Country, you figure?”
Sully shook his head. “Heavy metal.”
“Forget that. That shit hurts my head.” Battaglia turned on the stereo and channel surfed. When he landed on the oldies station, a familiar tune came through the speakers. He grinned broadly and turned it up, fading the volume to the rear.
“Classic,” Sully said.
“Fitting, too,” Battaglia answered, laughing at his own joke. He sang along with the chorus. “Well if you feel like loving me...if you got the notion...I second that emotion. ”
“Turn that shit down!” Preissing yelled from the back seat, his voice muffled by the music.
Both officers grinned. Sully took over. “Hey!” he sang, “So if you feel like giving Lorraine a lifetime of devotion...I second that emotion!
“That’s fucking harassment!”
“Hey!” Sully and Battaglia crooned together. “I second that emotion!”
“You guys are assholes,” Preissing hollered.
Sully looked at Battaglia and shrugged. Battaglia shrugged back.
“He’s probably right,” Sully said.
“Screw him,” said Battaglia. “He’s going to jail.”
FOUR
Tuesday, April 16th
Day shift
0911 hours
Detective Tower tapped his pen against the open file folder. His left hand curled around a cup of coffee. He’d read and re-read the contents in the hope that something new would jump out at him, but all he’d succeeded in doing was giving himself a headache.
He took a sip of coffee and reviewed Giovanni’s report again. Although the use of the
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