Chapter EightThe next day, Shea Tyrone and Karl Hoecker were placed on administrative leave. Lieutenant Shreve made it clear that it had nothing to do with the Serbian diving off the top of the tenement on 139th Street, though there were more than a few unanswered questions that had to be put to rest. The problem was with the gangsta who was found in a state of delirium on 137th Street, babbling the names of Dale, Shea and Karl and begging that they not take his blood. Dale was virtually untouchable, as he had more assists in turning informers than any active officer on the force. Shea and Karl were not so lucky.
“Nobody said our names once during the whole time we were there,” Karl swore and cursed as the partners left Police Plaza. “For damn sure he didn't get them from Vosberg. This wh
