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The Blue Wall Chapter 21
The Blue Wall Chapter 21
The entire station was in shock. Officers stood in small groups, grim looks
Hot on the heels of losing seven comrades in the riots, this latest event was
almost too much to bear. Adding to the sense of outrage was the fact that
this was a cold, calculated act, not the result of any mad frenzy. It also
happened in their house, not on the street, not in a dark alley…in their
house!
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Garland Smith walked through the doorway of the Internal Affairs Unit
The steel door was dented near the handle. He recognized the square
footprint of the dent to be roughly the same as the one made by the battering
ram used by the department’s SWAT team. Pieces of the lock tumblers and
The door to Tank’s office was opened and the room had been trashed.
Special attention had been paid to the filing cabinet where Tank had kept the
tapes of his interviews. Cassettes were scattered from the open file drawer to
the door.
On the carpet just outside the office door was a blood stain about a foot
and a half across. Trails of blood lead around the corner to a small janitor’s
Garland had to force himself to look at it. Tank laid half across a mop
bucket, as if he’d been thrown there. His eyes, still open, stared at the
ceiling, obscured by the blood that ran down from the gaping jagged hole in
On the tile near Tank’s head was a partial bloody shoe print. Garland
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looked at the zigzag pattern and committed it to memory.
"Any shell casings?" he asked the detective that had been shadowing him
"We haven’t come across any yet. We still have to toss the room after the
"He processed the scene before anybody was allowed in, except for the
"Just the one. When the janitor discovered the body it was apparent that
Lieutenant Mitchell was already dead. The paramedic just had to pronounce
"Yeah, I have."
Garland turned and, for the first time, really took a good look at the
central station.
"I don’t. I’m with the FBI." he answered. The agent took a deep breath and
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Garland rose to his feet and immediately started slinging it.
"What the fuck are the Feds doing overseeing the investigation into the
supervisors would like you to work second chair on this since you were
As he spoke, the agent took a business card from his pocket and handed it
to Garland.
"Well thank you very much for the consideration!" Garland bristled,
snatching the card from his hand. He half crumpled it as he thrust it into his
pants pocket. "What do I do, tag behind you and wipe your ass?"
against it. You’re too close to the subject and frankly, I don’t think you can
"I’ll tell you what, I’ll be objective when it’s a dead FBI agent lying on the
floor!"
"We’ll talk about this later." the agent muttered under his breath.
He took out his notebook, removed the rubber band and started jotting
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notes. As he wrote, the coroner’s crew arrived and started to remove the
body. A shiver ran down Garland’s spine as the zipper on the body bag made
a cold metallic hiss. The corpse was strapped to the gurney and rolled from
Garland got down on his hands and knees and started scouring the floor,
looking for any stray shell casings that may have ejected under a desk or a
chair.
"I’m looking for a place to take a nap. What the hell do you think I’m
doing?"
Garland looked back to see the F.B.I. agent standing in front of five rather
"Our crime scene investigation unit is here to process the scene. I’ll have
Garland scanned the faces of the crime scene investigators. He’d never
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"Right, Dick Dangler. Don’t hold out on me Dangler. If I think you’re
freezing me out I’ll spread the word and our doors will slam shut. We can be
"So what you’re telling me is that you intend to impede our investigation
Sergeant?"
"No, not impede. Fuckin’ shut down!" Garland said turning to push past
the lab techs that had started unloading their evidence kits.
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