Chapter 2
Old Cop Young Cop
New York, New York, 1995
Briscoe and Curtis walked down the short Carpet and into the Small bar where they had agreed to meet Jaime and Jack. Jack owed them big time for the last case. The two detectives had had to dig through a Dumpster to find the evidence needed. Jack promised them a steak dinner, and Briscoe held him to it.
"Nice place here Jack," said Lennie, "How'd you find it?"
"Claire used to eat here a lot," said Jack, "Loved it here."
"I should bring my wife here," said Curtis, "Real swanky."
"Only the best for our favourite Dumpster Divers," said Jaime, laughing.
"So how you think the sentencing is going to go?"
"Life for the murder of his wife," said Jack, "Would have gone for death Penalty, but he was in a mad frenzy. He'll be in jail for the rest of his natural Life."
"Good," said Curtis, "He killed her, and scarred his little girl. That girl will be scarred for life."
"Good young Defense Lawyer," said Jack, "Good guy. He really tried. Would've had it if not for the gun."
"He had ME convinced," said Briscoe, "And I was the one who talked to his girl."
"His name's Damian Uric. He knows how Cop's think," said Jaime, "I checked him out. He's new, but he's got a weapon you wouldn't believe."
"What?" asked Curtis.
"He's dating a Homicide Detective from Rochester. She's got a rap as being pretty tough, and she lets him in on what she thinks is wrong with the investigation."
"Lucky guy," said Curtis.
"So you hear about the Murder in Albany?" said Jack, "The entire family was killed. Husband, wife, four kids. All dead."
"That's no good," said Briscoe, "Any leads."
"No," said Jaime, "That's what's scary. No clues."
"Damn," said Lennie, thinking back twenty years. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the concierge appeared.
"Mr. Briscoe, Lt. Van Buren just called. You have been called out to Rochester. There has been a death."
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She walked around the crime scene, in a state of shock. The bodies of an old man and his wife were being taken away by the medical examiner, though it looked like there was no clues again.
"Christ all mighty," she whispered under her breath. She was an attractive woman of 27, young for a Homicide Detective. She was dressed in baggy khaki pants and white tank top. Her boss, Lt. Adams had called her from her home in Rochester where she was enjoying a moment of peace with her cat. She would have liked to be put on the case, but she wouldn't be. She was too emotionally involved. This was another one of those cases they kept from her because of her past.
She was short with long red hair, just like her mother. She liked to wear a brown trench coat; it had been her fathers. She hated the fact they never gave her anything involving children, just like her mother. The difference was that her mother never got those kinds of cases because she was a woman. She never got them because she was her mother's daughter.
She shook her head at the bodies, and yelled a loud curse at one of the Police officers who was mishandling a piece of fabric that may have belonged to the killer, a man that she wanted. Even if there was no proof, she knew who it was. She had seen him twenty years earlier as he cut open her mother.
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Curtis Drove Briscoe out the house in Rochester. Craig Grundle was dead. Someone had killed him and Allison Grundle, his wife of fifty years. Briscoe had once envied the guy, and often wondered how he dealt with it for his entire life.
Briscoe saw DA Adam Sciff standing by the crime scene. He was there because he had once been friends with Grundle. It was a true pity the NYPD had lost him. He joined the ranks of the teachers after the death of his good friend Jody Trigiani. He had helped Adam round up many people while on Homicide.
"Adam," said Lennie, walking over.
"It's a shame, it's a damn shame," said Adam, "He was a good man."
"We have no leads," said Alex Olson, the head of the local Police department, "I feel sympathy for you."
"I feel Sympathy for you," said a piercing female voice, "Any self worthy detective would turn over in their grave if they knew you were being such a jerk."
"Excuse me, will you?" he said, turning to face the fuming female on his left.
"Put me on this case," she said, her blue eyes full of rage.
"I'm busy. We'll talk later."
` "No, we'll talk now. This guy has done it again. He'll strike again. I've got some hunches, and I don't even have all the evidence."
"No. You're emotionally involved."
"Karrigan called me yesterday. She wants off the case, but only if I get it. She knows I have a talent which you ignore."
"Not now!"
"Yes now. I'm sick of you not letting me in on this. There is a serial killer on the loose, and there is a pattern."
"You're just in grief."
"You're right, but it's letting me think straight. There is a connection, and I wanna make sure that the Allens don't end up dead too."
"Trigiani, you're out of line here."
"No, you're out of line."
"You're going to end up in front of the disceplinary commity."
"THAT I can deal with. This was my family Alex. Let me find the SOB."
"NO! Get out of here."
"What I miss?" asked Van Buren, appearing on Lennie's left.
"I will not leave until you let me on the case. I've got a better solve record than anyone, and you know it."
"I'm not just going to ignore this."
"Let me on the case Alex."
"Who's the girl?" asked Van Buren.
"Her name is Jonacia Diana," said Alex, "A smart ass from my precinct."
"You should treat him with more respect," said Adam, "He's your boss."
"I watched my mother die when I was five. This is the same guy, and he won't let me help."
"Jondi, clear out. You're clearly in shock. You are suspended for a month to take care of this grief problem you have."
"Fine," said Jondi, "But when the next family ends up dead, don't come crying to me."
"Idiot," said Alex.
"Who was that?" said Adam, "She looks jst like…"
"She's the daughter of Jody Trigiani. Jonacia Diana Trigiani. She thinks she's the best. Problem is she is."
"And your problem with her on this case is?"
"She gets all emotional and when she gets emotional, she gets really sick."
"That's Jondi?" said Briscoe.
"That's Jondi," said Alex, "You're Adam Sciff?"
"Yes," said Adam.
"I found this in his room. I checked it out, and it was to be sent tomorrow. Figured you should have it."
"Thanks," said Adam.
"That was Jody's daughter," said Briscoe, still in shock.
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