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Reggie was attending an out-of-town funeral for another detective killed in the line of duty and was unable to meet with me. That was just as well as the last time we met after a similar situation he wasn’t very helpful. He was sad and tired since he had drunk with friends after the funeral. I needed him to be alert and totally present. We got together at the Workingman’s Tavern the next day.
Since I hadn’t accomplished anything of value yesterday, I was a bundle of nerves. Each passing day brought my trial closer. I couldn’t even enjoy the beautiful July day. It was in the mid-seventies as I drove to the meeting place with the high expected to reach eighty. I passed a park with a gaggle of kids playing baseball and I yearned for those olden days when life was simpler and concerns abo
