back along the wall.
After their time at the range, they were talking about guns and ammo. Specifically, they were engaged in the endless debate over the relative merits of a nine-millimeter versus a .45. Which inflicts more damage, the smaller, faster nine-millimeter round or the much larger, slower forty-five-millimeter bullet? It was the shooterâs version of a couple of sports fans arguing over whoâs a better quarterback, Tom Brady or Peyton Manning.
They both ordered the lobster special, and when their drinks came, Fitzgerald changed the subject. âSo whenâre you planning on tellinâ me about your new case?â he asked. âYou know, the one where youâre trying to help get a terrorist off. The one where youâre working for someone who wants to kill the same men, women, and children you once took an oath to protect and serve.â
Bishop thought for a moment before responding. Though he had obviously known the subject would come up, he didnât expect the chief to come on so strong right out of the gate. It caught him off guard. âOh, you heard about that, did you?â Bishop said, trying to be cute. The effort was pointless. The chief didnât crack even a hint of a smile, and Bishop suddenly couldnât think of anything clever to say.
âShit,â he mumbled finally, âwhat was I supposed to do, turn down the biggest fuckinâ case Iâve ever been offered? Business is good, Chief, but itâs not that good. I mean, think about the publicity and what this could do for my career. This couldââ
âFrom where I sit, this looks like it could kill your career,â the chief said, interrupting him. âBut letâs assume youâre right, and maybe you are. Lawyers get rich and famous representing subhuman cocksuckers all the time. Is that all that matters? The money? The notoriety? You have no allegiances, no belief in right and wrong? You just sell yourself to the highest bidder?â
âChief, with all due respect, Iâm not a cop anymore. Iâm a private fuckinâ detective. And in case you hadnât noticed, itâs usually not the good guys who hire me. This is not a calling, itâs a job. And often itâs a pretty shitty one. I spend half my time hiding in the bushes trying to get pictures of some selfish shithead cheating on his wife. Or I gotta chase some lonely, pissed-off wife whoâs tryinâ to get even by sucking some other guyâs dick. So if Iâm not doing this for the money, Chief, what the hellâm I doinâ it for? Maybe a little fame, I guess, which never hurts with the ladies. And, shit, I mean the adrenaline rush is great sometimes, but if I didnât need the money, Iâd give this up in a fuckinâ heartbeat.â
âI understand all that, but I thought your reputation, at least within the department, meant something to you. First you leave the job under a cloud, and now this. You know, a lot of people have you in their sights right now.â
âIs that coming from you, Chief? Or are you trying to give me a heads-up about what I can expect? âCause if itâs a warning, I appreciate the thought, but Iâm a big boy and I can handle whatever shit comes my way.â
âItâs nice to be confident, Frank, but when the commissioner gets wind of this heâs gonna have a major hard-on for you.â
âTo tell you the truth, I never thought he was all that fond of me to begin with.â
âHe thinks youâre completely full of shit. All style and no substance.â
âI didnât realize he knew me that well,â Bishop said with a smile. âMaybe the makinâ-it-up-as-you-go-along thing cuts a little too close to home for him.â
âFunny. But this is no laughing matter. Weâve been friends a long time, Frank, and I want you to listen to me. You fuck with the bull, youâll get the horns. Help
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