Captain Henry Pryce was an erect, stern-featured man with dark, graying hair, hazel eyes and a straight, humorless mouth. Fortunately for the men under him, it was only the mouth that lacked humor. A healthy sense of humor was a necessary ingredient for surviving the roller coaster that was the New Orleans Police Department.
While Delaney delivered their Laurel and Hardy report, Mickey prayed for that sense of humor to surface. Delaney finished and the silence stretched beneath the Captain’s cool assessing stare.
Mickey tugged at his tie. Delaney swallowed, the sound echoing around the silent room.
“You call this a report?” Pryce looked at Mickey.
“A—preliminary report, sir.” Mickey punctuated this with a large swallow of his own.
Pryce turned to Delaney.
“An extremely preliminary re
