He turned on the tv as he poured himself a double scotch on the rocks. The recent drug killing spree was all over the news. He sighed as he switched the channel to something a bit more entertaining. Something he didn't have to think about and something that would take his mind of his work.
Jack Greener had been a detective for 30 years now, but he'd never gotten used to the drama this job brought with it. He found the only thing that helped him to keep on going was the alcohol.
Suddenly his phone rang. A mellow and subtle woman's voice was on the other end. "Am I talking to detective Greener?" she asked.
Jack rubbed his eyes and forehead before sighing again and answering affirmitive. "This is him, what can I do for you, Miss...?"
"My name is Winters, Jessica Winters. As soon as I heard that BeeBee had been murdered, I knew I had to call you." BeeBee was a nickname of Joseph Grimbleby, one of the mobs middle management members who had been recently killed. Greener had just come from the crime scene. "And why exactly did you have to call me?" Greener wondered out loud. "Beebee told me that if he got killed I'd have to give you an envelope. He told me to give it to you and noone else." He sighed "Fine, where would you like to meet?" "Do you know the Lost Gods bar on 5th Avenue?" "Yeah I know it, I'll be there in about 10 minutes."
After he'd hung up he went to the bathroom and splashed his face with some cold water. "I have a feeling this is gonna be a long night."
When he arrived at the bar he saw a cop car outside, while a new guy was rolling out the yellow tape. "Hey new guy, what happened here?" "Wow you got here fast sir, I think it was another mob hit. And my name is Springer, by the way." "That's just great" Greener shook his head as he passed under the yellow tape.
Inside he found a woman on the floor, pierced by bullets, lying in a pool of blood. He glanced around the room and got out his latex gloves. He picked up some bullet casings and bagged them when Neffski and Kurts walked in. "What the hell are you doing here, Greener?!" Kurts yelled. "Calm down, Mr. Pristine, I just happened to be in the neighbourhood. I thought I'd check it out." "And I'm supposed to believe that," Kurts scoffed as he turned around at Neffski, "Call forensics, tell them to get their asses over here, now!" Greener spotted an envelope and while Kurts was busy barking at his partner he slipped it in his pocket swiftly.
Kurts was the kind of cop who did everything by the book and just rubbed him the wrong way. Ever since he joined the force 11 years ago Greener and him had been having trouble. If Greener had any chance of complicating his case he'd take it.
As Greener tried to leave Kurts stopped him. "Now, why don't you just tell me what you're really doing here, Greener?" "Why don't you take your pistol out of your butt and do some real work?" Kurts took a swing at him, but he dodged it with ease causing him to punch a wall. "Make sure your girlfriend Neffski puts some ice on that honeybun!" Greener grinned as he left. On the way out he handed Neffski the bagged bullet casings.
After a quick phonecall Greener decided to stop by his usual licquor store to pick up a bottle of scotch. As he entered the store he heard a yell from the back; "I'll be right with ya, and don't ya dare try to steal anything sonny, I'm packing!!!" Greener laughed, "Don't worry about me, Fieldy, I won't steal a thing." "Aaaaah, if it isn't detective Greener! You come in here way too often, you know that?" "That's no way to talk to your best client" Greener chuckled. "For your information, I have people that buy a lot more than you, thank ya very much!" "I said best, not most buying, Fieldy. I'll have a bottle of the usual."
Fieldy handed him the bottle, took the cash and said "Now get outta here before I change my mind and decide that ya did steal something!" "You have a nice day too Fieldy" Greener sneered as he left for home.