Superintendent Clancy had gathered the murder squad. He was caught between the prospects of landing a huge coup and a massive fuckup. He peered at the anxious faces of the Guards and detectives assembled, began,
“We stand on the precipice of a great success.”
Paused.
He did like his drama.
Then,
“Or a horrendous clusterfuck.”
He picked out Ridge’s face, said,
“Park, the suspect, has called for a lawyer and we know what that means.”
Did he expect an answer?
A guy at the back ventured,
“We have to beat the shite out of him now.”
Clancy nearly smiled then reined in, barked,
“That is not how we do things.”
Murmurs.
“Tear his house apart, bring me something that says this is the fellah.”
Ridge tried,
“We already have lots of suspicious items but nothing that is definite. He did
