The Secret Life Of A Trenton Police Detective

by Two Guns and a Knife

Joseph A. Morelli, Trenton's very own Hairy Italian Stallion, is dead. Come join the ride, Babe, and find out who killed him. And do stop crying, Cupcakes, Joe is now in a much better place. Theme Song: I Ran by A Flock Of Seagulls.

1. Alright, Who Did It?

Alright, Who Did It?

Trenton police detective Joseph A. Morelli, aka Officer Hottie, but better known as the Hairy Italian Stallion, aged 34, 11 months and 154 days, lies with eyes wide open on an uncomfortable bed inside a cheap motel room not that far from Route 1, dead, and naked.

It is yet another typical cool early spring day here in New Jersey. The sun is lazy. The wind is light. The clouds are thin. The air inside this small dark room is stale and stuffy. Both the door and the window are locked. The curtain is drawn. The old TV is on, playing a relatively new farce movie. A dozen empty beer cans scatter on the carpeted floor like bowling pins among the pile of clothes. A half-eaten cheeseburger stands like a loyal sentry on top of an empty pizza box near a limp unmoving foot. If dead men can talk, what will this one tell? His once bright melted chocolate eyes keep their silence. His slightly parted lips are firmly sealed. His dark handsome face is now forever frozen in surprise. The eagle tattoo perches silently on top of his unbeating heart. There is no knife or gunshot wound on his furry body. There is no blood stain on the bed sheet under him. He just lies there peacefully seeing nothing, naked as the day he was born, and dead.