Mrozinski Comes to Dinner
I was sitting in my favorite chair, studying a set of blueprints for a new apartment complex, when I heard a knock at the door.
I got out of the chair and answered the door. Detective Ed Mrozinski stood on the top step.
“Hey, Fusco,” he said. “You got a minute?”
I invited him in and offered him a seat on the sofa. I sat in the chair opposite him. Angela brought two glasses of wine.
“What’s up, Mrozinski? I heard you closed the kidnapping case.”
He smiled, but it appeared to be only for show. “It was more than a kidnapping case. It was more like a pornography ring, but I’m guessing you knew that.”
I leaned back in the chair. “I heard rumors to that effect.”
“Rumors? That’s all?”
“That’s what I said. Now, what are the questions about?”
Mrozinski sat up and
