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Author's special note: As astute Detectives will realize from the title, this story is heavy on politics in the upcoming Election season on Earth-Crowbar. The story also cleans up and resolves ongoing issues from the previous few stories.
The next few stories after this one will be the whodunnit mystery stories that you love trying to solve, and will feature our favorite Detective (Carole) at work. So thank you for your patience and indulgence with this story as we move towards those.)
Part 1 - Prologue - Cleanup on Aisle 5
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Author's note: In the previous story, 'Town & County Confidential' Ch. 03, it was mentioned that Commander Troy took the Detective Lieutenants Three out to lunch. This is what happened during that lunch.
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Friday, October 9th. I was treating the Detective Division's Lieutenants to lunch at the Cop Bar. I'd called ahead to reserve the back 'Command Room', and we had it all to ourselves. Ranks were 'off' and everyone could speak freely, within bounds of reason.
I had the Double Breakfast Burger Plate. MCD's Jerome Davis had the Double Cheeseburger Plate. Vice's Micah Rudistan had fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, and green beans. Intel's Mary Mahoney Milton had the Steak Caesar Salad... and took a vitamin supplement that I recognized... after all, my wife is a gynecologist. Mary noticed that I'd noticed, and said simply "Yes sir, it's what you think."
"And what I observe and think is that you and Myron are about to work on having another baby." I said. Mary nodded, and Jerome and Micah congratulated her... with the requisite share of ribbing of Myron, who wasn't here to defend himself.
"That's great, Mary." I said. "Best of luck with that. Anyhoo, the reason why I got y'all here by bribing you with buying lunch, is because there's some things I need to tell you all. It's embargoed, so don't say anything to anyone just yet, not even your husband, Mary."
"Sounds like they'll be too busy to be talking, sir." said Rudistan with great joviality. We all laughed. Rudistan could be as politically incorrect as he wanted to be, but he was so humorous about it that no one ever seemed to be offended or hold a grudge. But I digress...
"Good!" I said emphatically. "Seriously, though, this is pretty big. It's an open secret that Commander Ross is going to retire, and is being nominated to succeed Chief of Staff Oswald, who is retiring from the Sheriff's Department at the end of the year. It's not so open and well-known a secret, but I can tell you now that it's a done deal, that Captain Muscone is going to be nominated to be the next Deputy Police Chief."
Jerome just nodded thoughtfully. Rudistan was busy trying to think of something jovially inappropriate to say. And Mary couldn't decide whether she should be ecstatic that Tanya Muscone would no longer be her direct chain-of-command boss, or unhappy that Tanya was being promoted... and would be over her husband, I.T. Lieutenant Myron Milton.
I continued: "That, of course, affects all three of you the most. It leaves a vacancy for the position of Captain of Detectives, who will be your direct boss. And I know what you're thinking... which one of you is going to be nominated to succeed Captain Muscone for the slot."
I drank some water, then said: "I've had some long conversations with the Sheriff, the Chief, and my three Angels about it, and about one of you filling the role. Ultimately, the decision was left in my hands... and that decision is
that none of you will be nominated to the position.
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Yep, I could feel the 'vibe' of disappointment, especially from Jerome and Mary. I hastily continued: "All three of you are doing outstanding jobs in your current positions, truly outstanding. And we did give each of you a lot of consideration. In the end, it boiled down to the fact that all of you are too young and not long enough in your current positions."
Your Iron Crowbar: "I know the running joke that it's hypocritical for me of all people to say that about others's youth and inexperience, but in this case it's true. There are Patrol Officers on the force older than each of you, and the Captain position is a whole different ballgame than being the Lieutenants of your units. You've got time. Time to grow, time to learn."
I then said: "Besides, Rudistan, you're still pissing 2nd Precinct water." Rudistan burst out chuckling at that. I then said "Jerome, you're so babyfaced, no one would believe you're even a Lieutenant."
"Speaking freely, sir, " Jerome fired back, "not many people believe you're a Police Commander, either,
young whippersnapper!
" That made Mary burst out in laughter, and she could not stop for a moment.
I was laughing also. "
TouchΓ©.
And yes, I've had people ask for a Sergeant, because they didn't realize I was ranked even higher." (
Author's note: 'The Credit Card Caper', Ch. 01.
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"If I may ask, sir," said Mary when she finally stopped laughing, "are you going to bring in someone from the outside, or are you promoting from within?"
"Yes." I replied simply...
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