Surprises From The Past; Surprises For The Future

July 30

Already a week, and Donnie "Dogs" DiBarto still hasn't found where Rita was living. He did find out, though, that she was living in Fort Lauderdale, but her number was listed. He checked all his contacts in Fort Lauderdale and still nothing. He knew of one more person that he was sure that would help him out. The only thing he was not sure of if this person would tell him anything at all. There was only one way to find out.

It was a busy day at the Palm Beach Police Department, as usual, and Captain Harry Lipschitz was his normal self. His grouchy, moody normal self. His allergies were starting up and every homicide case seem to get harder to solve. Even though the new team, Sgts. Tom Ryan and Cassandra St. John, are very good, it isn't the same without the best team this homicide division ever had. Chris and Rita were not only that, but both of them were great and smart and were a part of his family. He misses them both, especially Chris, who he might never see again. One thing he can't wait for is the birth of his godchild. He was so happy when Rita asked him and Frannie to be the godparents of her child the day she moved away. Still, nothing can replaced the pain of losing close friends. Capt. Lipschitz was is the middle of finishing a very important report that had to be sent to the commissioner when Sgt. Ryan came into his office.

"Have you ever heard about knocking before coming to a room? I am very busy right as your see." Harry said.

"Oh, sorry." Sgt.Ryan said. Then he left the office and closed the door. Then there was a knock at the door.

"What!" Harry shouted, banging on his desk.

It was Sgt.St. John this time. "Sorry, Captain, but there is someone on the phone who wants to speak to you." She said.

"Who wants to talk to me?" Harry said, putting his pen down and reaching toward the phone.

"I don't know, he didn't say his name." Then she left and closed the door. Harry looked at the phone, sighed deeply, and answered the phone. "Hello. Who is this?" Harry asked.

"Lipschitz, long time, no see."

"DiBarto! Why in the world would you be calling me?"

"No 'Hi, Donnie. Nice to talk to talk to you."

"What do you want DiBarto?" Harry said, starting to get irritated.

"Okay, okay. Keep your pants on. A friend of mine's needs some help.

"What kind of help?" Harry said, kind of scared where this is going to.

"He is looking for someone and I have a feeling you known where she lives."

"What a minute, DiBarto. Are talking about Rita?"

"Yeah, so."

"And who is 'he'?"

"Sorry, I can't say. I was sworn to secrecy."

"Well, I can't say. How am I supposed to know if it's one of your mobster friends. Let me asked you this. Do I know him?"

"I think you know him pretty well."

"Well, if he knows me pretty well, then he should knows where I live. I would like to see if, then maybe I give him the address."

"Fine with me. I guess that'll be fine with him. I'll think you be surprised of who it is. Good-bye, Harry."

"Bye DiBarto. Oh, and don't ever call me again." Harry said as he hung up the phone. Then he finished the report and got up. He got up and his things to home. He gave the report to Tom. "Make sure this get to the commissioner's office before the work day is over,"

"What's wrong, Harry?" Tom asked

"A long day, Ryan."

"Who was on the phone?" Cassy asked.

"An old friend." Harry said as he left.

DiBarto called Chris told him what happened. Chris then thanks Donnie and packs his things. He calls for a taxi and on the way to Lipschitz household, he thinks about their reacton to Chris. 'One thing is for sure', he thinks, 'they're going to be surprised'.