From the Inside Flap
"What the hell do you mean you let that guy keep you from getting in? That's public property. The bastards can't keep you out. Now get your ass back down there and don't come back here until you've got the photo of those jackasses. And don't be more than an hour. We're at deadline; at least some people around here think it's important any more. Now, get the hell out of here."
"Jack, about those two sets of old bones?"
"What about them?"
"They ain't old."
"They ain't old, they're from this century, right here and now."
"Damn, not two more. They are starting to pile up around here. That's fifteen this year in Charles, eight in St. Mary's and nine in sleepy old Calvert County," said Mills, reading from a blackboard on his office wall. Next to the list of homicides was a list of drive-by shootings, armed robberies and the now faded fad of carjackings.
"You got a handle on it?"
"No, not yet. I just got off the phone with Sheriff Buttrick; he just got the word from Dr. Mallory ten minutes ago. He's really pissed. He ran a get-tough on crime election campaign and these jerks have been dropping like flies in his first year in office. He knows it isn't his fault, but he's got to do something about it anyway. If he can't stop them from killing, he says the least he can do is find out who did and lock them up."
"Will you have a decent copy ready by deadline?"
"Yeah, Jack, just give me about twenty minutes, but first I've got to call Christy, she's waiting for me to pick her up for cousin's wedding at Glen Hills Country Club. We have to be there by seven. Shit, it'll be tough to make it. If I don't, she'll have her Mafioso family bump me off. It's a hell of a thing to have married into the police and the mob with one "I do".
Christy Lee Vennetti was no slouch at improvising. She had all of T.J.'s clothes wrapped into a bag and was coming into his office as he finished the story on the two stiffs found at St. Mary's City.
"Two Found At Chancellors Point Dig Were Murdered"
T. J. showed the story to his wife.
"Damn, not more?"
'Yep, this is all I have now, but I've got to get back on it in the morning."
"Are you sure, I'll understand if you have to keep on it T. J., my family will think you're out with another woman, but I know better."
"Christy, nothing could keep me from the food at the club, or your dad's cake or spending the evening on the arm of the most sexy and charming lady in Maryland".