A Fibonacci sonnet: “Cop Show.”
September 16th, 2007
“Meyer.”
“Blakeney.”
“What gives?” He pointed inside.
“Guy doesn’t want to talk.”
“For this you call me away from lunch?”
“Look, the guy made it into a big black and white thing, okay?”
“It’s fine if you need to call me up here because I’m conveniently black, but I don’t like interrupting my lunch.”
“Your point, my good lieutenant, is well taken, and after you finish interrogating our suspected larcenist and assaulter in there, I will be happy to buy you a cookie from Tino’s down the block.”
As Blakeney shouldered open the door and flipped through the suspect’s file, he said, “Mr. Hughes, you are in a world of hurt already, and if you don’t start telling the detective and me what we need to know, it’s gonna go from bad to much worse before you go to sleep tonight, get me?”
The young man in the chair, all of nineteen, bristled and said, “Why you gotta come in here bustin’ on me, man — and why do I have to talk to this Jew cop anyway?”
Blakeney canceled Meyer’s retort wiht a raised palm, then said, “Me and this Jew cop are your ticket out of here.”
Hughes grumbled and said, “I didn’t do anything, anyway, so let me go.”
“Fingerprints say you were in that warehouse, Tommy.”
“You’re wrong about them fingerprints.”
“No, we’re not.”
Hughes pondered.
“Okay?”
“Okay.”
October 29th, 2007 at 4:22 pm
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December 13th, 2007 at 12:13 pm
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