Rizzo's Fire by Lou Manfredo

Author:Lou Manfredo [Manfredo, Lou]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Mystery
ISBN: 9780312538064
Publisher: Minotaur Books
Published: 2011-02-28T13:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

THE NEXT MORNING, TUESDAY, Rizzo arrived at the Six-Two just before seven-thirty, a half hour before the start of his day tour. Two fellow detectives, Mark Ginsberg and George Parker, were alone in the squad room at Parker’s desk, sitting out the last thirty minutes of their morning tour. Rizzo crossed the room, pulling up a chair and greeting the two men.

“How was your night?”

Parker shrugged, huge shoulders straining against his thin cotton shirt. “Quiet,” he said. “All the white folk were sound asleep, nice and peaceful.”

Ginsberg laughed. “That’s why I told you to transfer over here, George,” he said. “We’re gettin’ too old for excitement.”

“Yeah, I know the feelin’.” Rizzo glanced at his wristwatch. “Can you give me a minute, guys?”

“Sure,” Parker said. “What’s on your mind?”

“Those two street robberies you guys are carrying. And the Hom case, the third robbery me ’n Jackson caught.”

“What about ’em?” Ginsberg asked.

Rizzo smiled as he answered. “I got a name.”

“No shit?” said Parker. “From where?”

Rizzo shrugged. “Came to me in a vision.”

“Oh,” Ginsberg said. “Like that, eh?”

“Yeah, Mark,” he replied. “Like that.”

Parker spoke next. “So, it’s the same perp on all three? The way we had it made?”

Rizzo nodded. “Yeah. Same guy.”

Ginsberg smiled as he spoke. “Well, it’s kinda late for Yom Kippur and too early for Christmas, so what’s this, a Thanksgiving present you’re handin’ us?”

Rizzo shook his head. “Who said anything ’bout a present, Mark? But bein’ today’s Veterans Day, let’s call it a transaction. A transaction between three old vets.”

Parker snorted. “Shit, you call Mark’s three years in the fuckin’ Coast Guard telling dames on yachts to put their bikini tops back on being a veteran, Joe?”

“Hey, it’s the Jewish navy, what can I tell you?” laughed Ginsberg.

Rizzo rubbed his hands together. “Let’s talk,” he said.

Parker sat back in his seat. “Talk to my attorney here, Joe. I let him handle all our negotiations.”

“And I let George pick out the rib joints we eat at,” Ginsberg said.

“Me and Jackson caught a homicide,” Rizzo began, watching both cops nod their understanding. “So we’re gonna be busy for a while. I came up with a name on the robberies. But here’s the thing: the perp is thirteen.”

“Shit,” Parker said. “That’ll kill a couple a days for the arresting.”

“Exactly,” Rizzo said. “I lock this kid up, either me or Jackson gotta sit with him durin’ the whole process, right through to the fuckin’ Family Court appearance. Then we hafta transport him to Spofford or wherever the fuck they ship ’im pending disposition. It could take two days, not to mention havin’ to kiss his mother’s ass the whole time.” He looked from one to the other. “I ain’t got that kinda time right now, guys.”

“I hear you,” Parker said. “So, whaddya got in mind?”

“I’ll cut a deal,” Rizzo said. “I give you the name. You make the pinch, walk the kid through, or maybe get Olivero to do it for you—he’s the friggin’ youth officer. Then me and Jackson get sole credit on the Hom case, shared on your two cases.

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