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Guys have this thing about things that come in pairs and start with the letter “B”!
Don’t worry ... Stan confiscated my bullets.
The Department only gave you two as a precaution...
but it’s been slow cause it’s difficult to teach an old dog new tricks...
:dog:

Stan is really getting commited in the case!:enamorado:

And right then, he will be taken from it!:(
Isn't that what always happens?
 
“I’m Detective Barbara Moore of the NYPD and this is my partner, Detective Stan Goldman. We’re looking to speak with Kevin Wilson and Linda Gregory.”

The woman looked confused.
Seemed a fairly straightforward request to me. :sherlock::confused:


“Do you mind if we look around?” he asked. Either none of them understood the question or they were anxious to get back to their meditation, because no one answered.
Brainwashed, no doubt.
“Of course, Detective Moore,” the doorman replied. “It would be a pleasure to see you again.”
Exuding her usual charisma...


“But here’s the problem,” Sam continued. “Once they’ve fled the country, we have to bring in the Feds.
And all the FBI types can then also watch the video. :D Next thing you know, it's all over Pornhub, er, Interporn, damn!...pol...Interpol.

“I love Chinese food,” Susanna added. Somehow, Stan thought it sounded very sexy when she said it.
Nothing like a good spring roll. :D


“And Barb, see if you can stay out of trouble until then.”
All the really good authors use foreshadowing, some more subtly than others.:rolleyes::doh:
 
Chapter 38.

Ambling out of the bathroom, wearing only his boxer shorts and sporting driblets of toothpaste in the corners of his mouth, Goldman cast a wary eye on me sprawled out on the bed ... a frown on my face and a copy of the New York Post at my side.

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"What's ya up to cupcakes?" he drawled, self-consciously wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.

"How many times, Goldman, have I told you not to call me that!"

"I forget."

"Well, start remembering!"

"You're in a great mood, Barb ... what's the problem? I didn't know you read the New York Post ... bit beneath you, isn't it?"

"Some wise-ass stuffed it in our mail drop. I just found it there while you were in the shower."

"So what's the problem?"

"See for yourself," I snapped, throwing the tabloid in his face.

He caught it deftly, turned it right side up, and took a gander at the front page.

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"Oh Shit!" he said, the color draining from his face. "Someone at the precinct must have leaked this. I am sorry, Barb."

"I bet I know who ... had to be that slime-ball Jack Davis! Have you noticed how he rubs against me every chance he gets? He cornered me behind his desk this afternoon ... busy hands all over me. I had to shove my way past him."

"Maybe ... then, again, the leak could have come at the hands of the Feds too. They have the video now, remember."

"I don't care if it's us or the Feds, someone is going to pay for this!"

"Simmer down, Barb. Think positive. What did the article say? Did they praise your heroism?"

"Yeah, they did in the beginning, but read farther down."

"Hmmmmm ... continued on page 4 ... here it is, let's see ... Oh, this is rich .... it says: according to a reliable confidential source, Detective Moore has been recently seen coming out of the Commissioner's condo building very late at night on several occasions."

"Total fabrication!"

"Well at least they aren't saying that you came out of Trump Tower."

"Almost as believable."

"Oh and listen to this one: according to another reliable confidential source, Ms. Moore is purported to have been an exotic dancer in a Chicago night spot before moving to New York and entering the police academy here."

"They're casting me as the NYPD's private whore!"

"We'll have to take this up with Susanna Rodriguez. They shouldn't be able to get away this!"

"Geez Goldman, how can you mention her at a time like this ... can't you see how upset I am?"

"Well, it's a pretty good photo-still they used on the front page," he replied, scrutinizing it a little too closely.

"Give it back, Stan. Look! I have an idea. Why don't we retire?"

"Oh, not again, Barb. We just did that a half hour ago. I'm not as young as you ... I can't get it up over and over again just to make you happy."

"No, you idiot. I mean retire from the NYPD! We have a book contract and, given the size of the advance we are getting from the publisher, they clearly expect our Bronx Crux Murders book to be a best seller. We will be well off. Rolling in the dough, probably. We won't need the NYPD, or your paltry pension. Just think, Stan, we can travel ... Rome, London, Istanbul, Shanghai ... exotic places, just you and me."

"Well, maybe ... but first we have some business to attend to ..."

"Oh, you changed your mind ... you want to fuck me now?"

"No, just close your eyes and hang on ..."

"You're not going to blindfold me and cuff me to the bed again are you?"

"No, Moore, I have something in my jacket pocket to show you. I wasn't going to do it until tomorrow, but hang on another sec ... here it is ... two tickets to Rio! What do you say, Moore?"

"Come here, Goldman!"
 
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"I forget."
Call it a "senior moment" even though it started when I was 13.
according to a reliable confidential source, Detective Moore has been recently seen coming out of the Commissioner's condo building very late at night on several occasions.
She has???:confused::facepalm:
according to another reliable confidential source, Ms. Moore is purported to have been an exotic dancer in a Chicago night spot before moving to New York and entering the police academy here."
Now that I believe...
"Well at least they aren't saying that you came out of Trump Tower."
Not yet, but just wait...
"Oh, not again, Barb. We just did that a half hour ago. I'm not as young as you ... I can't get it up over and over again just to make you happy."
But I'm willing to give it the old college try
"Come here, Goldman!"
:D
 
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