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Bill crossed his arms. “I called you in here to let you know that we
received a complaint about you.”
“What kind of complaint?”
“This is serious, Kevin. Internal Affairs is involved, and as of now,
you’re being suspended pending an investigation.”
The words sounded jumbled, making no sense at all, not at first,
anyway, but as he concentrated, he could see Bill’s expression and
wished he hadn’t woken with a headache and didn’t need so
much vodka.
“What are you talking about?”
Bill lifted a few pages from his desk. “The Gates murder,” he said.
“The little boy who was shot through the floor? Earlier this
month?”
“I remember,” Kevin said. “He had pizza sauce on his forehead.”
“Excuse me?”
Kevin blinked. “The boy. That’s how we found him. It was
horrible. Todd was pretty shaken up.”
Bill furrowed his brow. “An ambulance was called,” he said.
Kevin breathed in and out. Concentrating.
“It came for the mom,” Kevin said. “She was upset, obviously,
and she went after the Greek who’d fired the bullet. They
struggled and she fell down the stairs. We called it in
immediately… as far as I know, she was taken to the hospital.”
Bill continued to stare at him before finally setting the pages aside.
“You talked to her beforehand, right?”