“You better come up with something,
soon. Word got out yesterday that we’re investigating police officers and if we
don’t do something soon, all Hip Hop is going to break loose around here. You
got that!” he yelled.
Tyson was holding the phone away
from his ear while the chief yelled and when he finished, he moved it closer to
his ear.
“Yeah, Chief, I got that!”
“Well do something, quick. Samson
and Melandro are off the beat until they’re cleared. Not much they can get into
sitting in the squad room, but this doesn’t look good and the other officers
are beginning to smell a rat. I don’t like rats stinking up my police station,
so call me back with something concrete,” he barked and hung up.
Wearily, Tyson put his phone back in
his pocket. “Well, I guess you know the chief is not happy. We’ve got to do
something soon.”
“Okay, okay, we cannot do any more
until we get those reports. Let’s use our time wisely here. We must be able to
put together a case—with a motive—which we have not determined as yet, before
we can turn this over to the district attorney,” Battle said.
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