Fist First by Nigel Mustard

Author:Nigel Mustard [Mustard, Nigel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-05-05T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 30

Josef Kowalski dangled his rod into the still waters of Lake Peacewater, which was near his home. He caught many fish, kippers, herring and small sharks. Fishing was easy to him; like shooting fish in a barrel.

It was his only chance for peace in a world shot damn well to hell.

After twenty years of being the Police Chief of the New York NYPD, he had seen many bad things, several terrible things, and two awful things. But he had never felt quite as uneasy as he did now.

Stoker had been like a son to him for years, and Kowalski knew he was in deep with Thomas Magnelli and perhaps Johnny Spang. Kowalski sensed (with typical cop sense street smarts) that this could be the end of the line for Frank Stoker.

And who would come to his funeral?

Maybe the owner of that café he lived above.

Maybe the homeless informant he seemed to care for.

Maybe the latest beautiful woman he had been sexually intimate with.

But not a damn dime’s worth more than that.

Kowalski sighed, and rued the wasted life of his friend.

He (Kowalski) wondered what he (Stoker) would do when he found out Kowalski’s last remaining secret – something he had been working on for years. Would he (Stoker) forgive Kowalski (Kowalski)?

Kowalski exhaled and processed memories like a computer imbued with the emotions of a human bean.

Two and a half decades ago, Frank Stoker had entered the academy at the age of 18. He had been big then, big enough to cause whispers in the canteen, locker room and car park amongst the old hands, the steady Eddies and the grey geese. Stoker ruffled feathers even before he’d got his first pay check. The tattletales couldn’t wait to gossip about the man mountain who had signed up.

Cops, with their typical good-humoured cop humour, had named him ‘The Boy Mountain’.

Of course, when, at the age of nineteen point two years old, Stoker had broken every shooting record in the academy and obtained his black belt in three different martial arts, they stopped calling him that.

They just called him Stoker.

Kowalski remembered the tears he had had in his eyes, when, as a newly promoted Police Chief, he had pinned the badge onto Stoker’s chest upon his graduation from the academy.

Back then, Stoker had been touted as a future Chief of Police by anyone who met him. Within his first year on the streets he had brought down a notorious Brazilian street gang who had been terrorising a middle class neighbourhood. He refused the bravery badge he was offered.

Kowalski soon learned that Stoker didn’t care for recognition. Something about the guy meant that he existed only to take down criminals – a relentless search for justice.

Something in Stoker’s past had made him that way. Something that will not be revealed in this book but could easily be told in an enthralling prequel.

The same thing that made him reject rewards made him reject the politics required of a top cop. Within five years he had

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