The new kid had been hinting around that he was interested in doing some overtime work with us for a while now. He’d been particularly pushy during the last couple of weeks. I had been holding him off. I figured he wasn’t desperate enough.
Lieutenant McCarthy pulled my Glock out of its shoulder holster, slid the half empty clip out, placed them side by side before him. I couldn’t believe how light it felt when I slid it across his desk.
“The psychologist will be contacting you directly to help you deal with the stress concerning the incident,” McCarthy said, an exaggerated tone of fatherly concern registering in his cigarette affected voice. “And you’ll be assigned desk duty for a couple of days.”
“Is the psychologist part necessary?” I asked. “I already know I have issues. It’s taken me years to drive them deep into the safety of my subconscious.”
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New Jersey was ripped out of Pangaea, along with the rest of the United States, 135 million years ago during the Jurassic period. I was deposited on New Jersey in 1966. Despite our age difference, we’ve had a pretty good relationship. I work as a telephone tech and write crime fiction. You can read the first two chapters of my novel Carlisle’s Marker at Allan Guthries’s Noir Originals. I have short stories published at Plots with Guns, Shots Magazine, Crime Scene and Hardluck Stories. I have short stories coming out in the Dublin Noir Anthology edited by Ken Bruen and the Plots with Guns Anthology edited by Anthony Neil Smith some time in 2005.