Cross-Over Murders by Frank F. Atanacio Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Eight

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Captain Frank Roque was siting in the conference table shuffling some papers around as he almost knocked over his cup of coffee. He was just about to swear when Reeves walked in.
“Sir,” he said as he stood up quickly.
“At ease.”
“Just doing some paper work here sir,” said the captain. “Don’t feel like working in my office too much these days.”
“I went by there,” he said. “Cruz told me you were in here.”
The captain nodded.
“Getting a lot done?”
“I guess I am,” he said trying to smile.
“Sometimes working away from the office helps,” said the chief. “I came down here to get away from my office. I was going to hang out with you a bit.”
The captain nodded.
“I mean, if that’s okay with you?”
“You’re the chief.”
“I am, but sometimes maybe you don’t want your commander looking over your shoulder while you work,” Reeves said. “It can distract you. I’m asking you as a friend, not a boss.”
“And I’m answering as a friend.”
The Chief of Police walked over to the coffee pot. He turned toward the captain and smiled sheepishly.
“What?”
“Where is it?”
“What sir?”
“Your coffee.”
The captain smiled.
“Well?”
“In the frig, in a thermos marked, captain.”
“I know it’s early Reeves said. “But man I do need a drink bad.”
He poured himself a shot. The Chief of Police was going to pour some coffee into the mug as well, but decided not to.
“Same here,” said the captain as he raised his mug. “I almost knocked it over.”
“That would have been a shame.”
“You tell me about it.”
The chief smiled.
“What really brings you down here?” The captained asked fully knowing the reason, but thought he had to ask anyhow. “I mean besides trying to get out of your office.”
“The Cross-Over murders.”
“We’re still plugging away.”
“I know.”
The captain grimaced only because he really couldn’t give the chief what he really wanted to hear.
“I don’t blame anyone here for what happened to Bobby White,” said the chief. “He’s a good cop, and he put his life on the line for the people in this city. I gotta give him that.”
The captain nodded.

“He’s a family and my heart goes out to him.”
“Mine too, Gary.”
The chief half-smiled.
“I just want all of this to end, soon,” the captain added.
“Where’s O’Brien?”
“On the road, looking,” replied the captain. “I’m telling you, that Pete might just find out who the murderer is. I suspect he’s knocking down doors and lifting rocks. That freak will fall into his lap.”
The chief smiled and sipped.
“I hope.”
“You need another drink Frank.”
The captain nodded.
The chief walked back to the small frig and opened it up. He was going to pour alcohol into two mugs, but there was only enough for one. That made him tighten his lips and reconsider offering the captain another shot.
“Problem, chief?”
“You are out of booze.”
The captain nodded.
“Why don’t you go over to the liquor store and get some more,” the chief suggested.
“I could send Cruz, or Fuentes.”
“You could,” said the chief. “But do you really want them to know why we are ordering some alcohol?”
The captain smiled.
“Or do they already know?”
“I don’t say anything them.”
“Does Pete know?”
“He does.”
“Does he drink from the well?”
“Like a fish.”
The chief laughed.
“Okay, I’ll go.”
“Are you sure?”
“If we’re out of booze and I don’t have to cough up any money to restock, why not,” said the captain.
“I have a charge account with that liquor store over on Boston Avenue, Next to Price Rite,” said the chief. “I can call them and let them know you’re coming in my place.”
“Okay,” said the captain. “I’m tired of these four walls anyways. I’ll pick up the restock so we can continue our conversation.”
The chief smiled.
“Gives me a chance to catch some rays, and enjoy some fresh air,” the captain continued.
“I agree,” said the chief. “It’ll do you some good, and it’ll do me some good knowing that we will be fully stocked.”
“So call it in, and I’ll pick it up.”
The chief nodded as he sipped down the last of the alcohol.