Shogun Collab Bill's Side 9 Richard Pickett Series
When the bus first got there, the Medic was tending to Brick and it took
all of five minutes for that to turn around. Brick was tending to the nurse.
No surprise, Bill thought to himself grinning. Girl never had a chance, and he laughed
while walking back to Brick’s squad car. The blue lights were still bubbling over the
top of the rig. Bill got in, called Brick’s twenty third to tell them to pick up his car at
the bridge but Brick had already anticipated that and beat him to it. It came as no
surprise to Bill. His detective buddy would never let pleasure interfere with his
passion for police work and figured bill would do that.
Bill drove the car back to the Bywater bridge where Bill’s own squad car was
parked still reflecting swirling lights off the base of the bridge. The bus had picked
up the body and was gone. Bill was still snooping around the crime scene twenty
minutes later when another squad car dropped off a driver to pick up Brick’s car. Bill
knew him as a player for the 21st precinct horseshoe team. “Hey John..” “Hello
Cowboy, good to see you back. You got a messy one goin’ here, I’m told.”
“Yep, I reckon we do. It’s Brick’s case but I got a feeling I’ll be in on it before long if I
don’t get fired first.”
“Looks like you're already on it if you ask me... Well I gotta run. Catch you on a
make up game.”
All Bill found under the bridge, beside the usual out the car window trash, which
could be construed to be evidence was a lady’s black high heeled shoe and a
compact case containing blush and red lipstick. He threw them in an evidence bag to
give to Brick later.
The speaker in his car was broadcasting “ one Victor seven, come in? One Victor
seven come in?” ---“Yeah one Victor seven here. What is it Tom?”
“Uh, Lt Griggs wants to know what’s goin’ on. Seems a little upset. There’s talk you
been joyriding in another precinct. Funny thing; he didn’t know you were even
signed in or back on duty. A minor detail. I took care of it for you.” “Thanks Tom, I
owe you one.”
“He wants a written report on his desk of today’s goings on by knock off or there
won’t be a knock off for ya. I stuck up for ya and told him I didn’t think you could
write but he just gave me a dirty look. Anyway, you’ve been told.” “Okay, thanks
Tom…... I think.” One Victor seven out. Bill headed back to the Thirty first to finish up
the dreaded paper work but first he’d call Brick to get their stories straight. (to be
cont. on Richard Pickett soup site.)
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