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“I pro pattern of hos, no arrests,” I concluded

Rich was already tapping on his keyboard, searching for a report of a homicide outside Sydney G Walton Square

“Got it,” he said “Victim: James Dolan, white male, fifty, shot twice in the chest at approxiation ongoing Body at Metro Hospital ue”

I said, “That’s the guy Who was assigned to the case?”

“Sergeant Garth Stevens and Inspector Evan Moran I don’t know them You?”

“I know of Stevens,” I said “He’s been on the job for twenty-five years”

“Stevens and Moran work graveyard shift,” Conklin said

I called Sergeant Stevens before Conklin and I clocked out for the day, and was put through to his desk at Central He knew my name, said he’d even worked with my father, Marty Boxer, back in the day My father was a bad-news cop and a worse husband and dad, but I let the co”

I said, “Sergeant, you’re investigating that shooting at Walton Square early this ?”

“Yeah Vagrant took a couple of rounds to the chest Killed instantly Why do you want to know?”

“A citizen got hold of me and said there may have been several incidents like this one Does that sound right?”

“You have a suspect in this shooting?” he asked, answering my question with one of his own

“No”

“Then don’t worry about this, Sergeant Moran and I are on it Nice chatting with you”

And then he hung up