CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Lt. Yankovich came walking out of the captain’s office with his head down and running a hand through his thin hair. The suit he was wearing looked like it needed cleaned and pressed and there was a haggard, worn look on his cadaver-like face. Behind him we could hear voices. Several voices and all of them were shouting. I could pick out Assistant District Attorney Arthur Hayes. I also heard the voice of Robert Nash – City Councilman Robert Nash – hooting like a madman. Sprinkling their voices occasionally in the cacophony was Captain of Detectives Horace Bloom – Yank’s boss – and a fifth voice I wasn’t recognizing.
Frank and I just stepped into the squad room to begin our shift when we saw Yank slip out of the captain’s office and come walking our way. No one was in
