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fifteen-story metal and glass building
surrounded by even taller skyscrapers.
    Richie got out of the minivan and leaned into
the back, giving Chelsea a kiss on the cheek while she was strapped
into her car seat.
    Gail circled the car and jumped in the driver’s
seat. “Don’t get loud in there. They all have guns.”
    Richie chuckled, kissed his wife, then moved
away while she took off down the avenue.
    Just as he stepped onto the sidewalk, he
slipped on a thin sheet of ice and almost lost his balance. He
caught himself before falling, but his heart was pounding. “Fuck.”
He could hear his wife in his head telling him to keep calm. He
exhaled, then looked around at the few bundled-up people passing on
the sidewalk to make sure no one saw what had just
happened.
    Inside the precinct, things were relatively
quiet. He figured the criminals must have stayed in this week with
this blistering cold. The gray paint on the walls was faded and
scuffed. The floor was clean, but the vinyl tiles were worn down
and full of scratches.
    The cop at the desk was turned around in his
chair, chatting with another cop who was standing with a folder in
his hand.
    Richie stood at the counter and waited as
patiently as he knew how.
    Finally, the cop swiveled around in his chair
and asked, “How can I help you?”
    “I’m here to see Detective McCoy.”
    “Is he expecting you?”
    “He’s working on my son’s case.”
    “That’s not what I asked you. Is he expecting
you?”
    Richie felt like sending this cop bastard
straight to the moon, but instead, he smiled and said, “No. He is
not expecting me.”
    The cop picked up his desk phone and asked
Richie, “What’s your name?”
    “Richie Carson.”
    He dialed a number, then said, “A Richie Carson
here to see McCoy?”
    Richie kept his fake smile on while
waiting.
    After about a minute, the cop spoke into the
phone, “Okay. I’ll send him up.” He hung up, then turned to Richie
and said, “Second floor.”
    “Thank you.” Richie headed up the stairs and
entered the area where all the detectives’ desks were.
    Detective Perez was at the front door. She
shook his hand. “Hello Mr. Carson.” She led him to the back of the
room where McCoy was typing on a computer.
    McCoy stood and shook his hand. “Mr.
Carson.”
    Richie said, “Hello detective.”
    Perez said, “We weren’t expecting
you.”
    “I know.”
    McCoy said, “Should have called me. I could
have saved you a trip.”
    “We had to come into the city anyway. My wife
is at the hospital picking up Taylor.”
    There was silence for a moment.
    Perez said, “I bet he’ll be happy to get back
home to his Xbox.”
    Richie chuckled.
    McCoy said, “Well, Mr. Carson. I wish I had
something for you, but we still don’t have any solid leads
yet.”
    “But he told you who did it. He described an
Asian man. I only remember seeing two Asian men, so he shouldn’t be
too hard to find.”
    “I assure you Mr. Carson we are doing our best
here.”
    Perez added, “Haven’t you noticed we’re still
in the same clothes as last night? We haven’t been home yet. I took
a two hour nap this morning on the cot, and I need a
shower.”
    “What my partner is trying to say is that we
are doing everything humanly possible to catch the man who did
this.”
    “If you were doing everything humanly possible,
then you would have rounded up both of those Chinks and demanded a
DNA sample.”
    McCoy shook his
head, “We’re not the Gastapo . This is America, and we have
a constitution to follow. Besides, one of the men you’re talking
about is a surgeon and the other is an
ambassador.”
    “I don’t care if he’s the Chinese fucking
Jesus! I want this animal caught!”
    A few detectives stood and began getting closer
to where Richie and McCoy were standing. He remembered his wife
telling him not to get arrested.
    McCoy motioned for the detectives to stand
back. “It’s okay fellas. I got this.” He turned to Richie and