CHAPTER 50
CHAPTER 50
I WAS BEHIND the wheel of a squad car, but I wasn’t going anywhere. My assigned job was to watch, answer questions, and radio Brady if a top-dog decision had to be made or if a person or group tried to breach number 1848.
My eyes were locked on that gingerbread house when I was startled by knocking on the car’s roof. I whipped my head around and saw Cappy. I’d never been happier to see him in my life.
I opened the car door as he said, “Boxer, consider yourself relieved of house-sitting duty.”
Cappy offered me a hand, and I exited the car. He handed me a paper cup of sweet black coffee, and I slurped it down while telling him between gulps, “Cappy. I don’t think I’ve seen a more horrific crime scene. Ever. Totally sadistic. Total overkill.”
“You know the names of the vics?”
“It’s Judge Orlofsky,” I said. “The bastard who killed him also killed the judge’s wife.”
“Anything else?”
I told him, “Well, all I’ve heard is that maximum security is mandatory for the reboot of the Dario trial.”
I wish I knew more. When would this new trial happen? Maximum security where? Cappy told me he’d call me if there was any news.
News couldn’t come soon enough.