EPILOGUE
The next morning Keplar was back in uniform sitting behind his desk with fingers weaved behind his head. He was about to put his feet up when Knutson walked in.
“Good morning Detective,” Knutson said as he remained in the doorway.
Unwrapping his fingers and grinning, “Not any more. He's left the building.”
“You are still on the Minneapolis payroll, listed as Detective.”
“Well, you better get me off that roll quickly. I'm very comfortable right here, thank you very much.”
“Sal Malino is begging for your return. He's up to no good and I need a partner.”
“Listen, I have a better idea. My department is growing and I need another part time officer.” Watching Knutson's experession as he pulled a chair up beside the desk and sat, “What do you say, the position won't last lon
