the end of a good cop

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
a good cop gets ready for his day at work only to run into some unpleasent surprises.

Submitted: August 18, 2009

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I sat down in front of the TV with my breakfast like I always did, and like always I was watching the news. The stories always went in the same order: sports, weather, obituaries, and then finally national news (including major murders that have happened and had so far gone unsolved) and occasionally an amber alert. Every day this station showed gruesome details that most people didn’t get to see, things like the body at the crime scene. It was this channel that inspired me to want to become not only a cop but to investigate violent crimes. So far none of my cases have gone unsolved which was a really good record for any cop. It was something I definitely prided myself on whenever I knew it wouldn’t make me look like a bigot.
I finished my breakfast that morning right before the national news came on and the phone broke my routine with its mechanical screeching. I got up and walked into the kitchen to look at the caller I.D. It was my partner of five years. He of all people knew how much I hated to be interrupted before I got to the station in the morning and knew to only call when it was something really important. I sighed and picked up the phone.
“What is it McArthur? The national news just came on and I’m an hour from showing up in the office.”
“You know that perp we arrested last night for that nasty rape murder we put on the news last week? How reluctant he was to give us his DNA even after we arrested him?”
“Yeah, how could I possibly forget, what about him?”
“He was killed in jail last night. Not sure how it happened. Their morgue is doing the autopsy and it looks like we’ll have all the DNA we need.”
“Shit. Any need for me to come in early?”
“Not unless you want to. I have all the paper work covered and had planned to be here early. That’s how I got the message on our answering machine in the first place. Your ex-wife also called, your daughter wants to study abroad and needs you to sign a release form. Their having a currier deliver it today and if you can sign it right away they’ll pay for the return trip.”
“What time is that expected?”
“Noon.”
“Good, I wanted to look over our case again and that gives me plenty of time. I’ll see you when I come in.”
I ignored the formality of saying goodbye, something he’d grown used to. He’d learned to condense everything to vital information so he wouldn’t have to call back to finish a conversation I’d considered too long winded. Our boss considered this a good skill when it came to reports. It saved him time and, depending on what the report was on, only gave him the information he needed. Considering my partner was still a rookie this was something he’d be glad to have later in his career when there was a lot of small meaningless reports he’d have to fill out.
I decided to ignore the rest of that day’s news and just head out to the office. I brushed my teeth, ignored my hair, threw on cloths that looked like they’d been washed within the past week and went in search of my misplaced car keys. It took me about ten minutes before I found them in a kitchen drawer. I went out to the car and attempted to start it up. Not a sound. I already knew that meant that I needed to pump the gas to add it to the engine. I did and started it up. Little did I know such a simple morning in my own garage was going to hit the front page of the newspaper that morning as the first cop to be blown up in this state in five years.


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