Who has the stronger game?
|“Heroin,” said the DA. “Based on our undercover intel, at least thirty keys. Gone. What I can’t figure is how they got in. Didn’t we have that warehouse under surveillance?”
“Off and on,” answered Lieutenant Heggerdy.
“Off and on? What does that mean?”
“It means we had other drops that were a better bet,” said Heggerdy. “It also means we’re stretched too thin – we can’t cover everything.” He reached for his paperweight, a small bronze balled-up fist on a pedestal inscribed, “Heggerdy – comin’ at ya,” a gift from his shift commanders. He moved the fist from one scattered stack of papers to another. Then he flipped over the first stack, bills with his home address, all stamped, “Overdue,” or “Referred to Collection.” He looked at the DA and said, “I keep telling people we don’t have enough manpower, but no one listens.” He casually opened a desk drawer, slid the papers in, closed the drawer, looked back up at the DA, and said, “Look, what do you want from me?’
The DA said, “I want to know how a boatload of heroin disappeared from a warehouse we were watching.” Heggerdy stared at the DA and said nothing, so the DA continued. “We’ll get to the bottom of this. For starters, there was no sign of forced entry. Who had keys to that place?”
Heggerdy picked up the fist again and tossed it back and forth from one hand to the other. “We had keys,” he said. “You want to spell out what you’re thinking?”
The DA watched the fist like a center-court spectator at a tennis match. Then he slapped an envelope on the desk. Heggerdy had seen enough subpoenas to know what it was. The DA turned for the door and said, “See you in court.”
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