Rizzles Story

Chapter 37

At BPD

Denise: We're going on day three with nothing, Jill. Tell me why I shouldn't pull this from your desk.

Jill: Because you'd have to start from scratch. Because I have a far better working relationship with the detectives than anyone in our office.

Denise: And yet I still have nothing to report to my boss, who in turn has nothing to report to his boss the mayor, who in turn has nothing to report to the people who elected him.

Jill: I get the whole chain of command.

Denise: Then act like it.

Jane: Girl talk?

Jill: Here's your warrant. This better be the right mad dog. Let's leave it at that.

Jane: Listen, this guy's been hauled in multiple times for possession. The store owner I.D.'d his mug shot off of a six-pack, oddly enough, right before A.T.F. raided his shop. I met Heather.

Jill: You did? When?

Jane: In Tom's office. She brought him a shirt. He was half undressed. And here's the weird thing I walked in, and he didn't even flinch.

Jill: Why would he flinch? You've both moved on.

Jane: I would still expect a flinch.

Jill: Go get mad dog, then we'll talk about heather. I want details.

At Mad Dogs Place

Korsak: Smells like vinny's having meth for lunch.

Jane: Vincent morelo. Boston police. Mr. Morelo? Vincent? Oh, this doesn't look good. Korsak.

Korsak: Mad dog's been on a drug binge.

Jane: Damn it, he's O.D.'ing. Call it in. Come on, Vinny. You don't die without giving me some answers.

At the Hospital

Luke: What do we got?

EMT: meth overdose. He's in a lethal arrhythmia, hypertensive and diaphoretic.

Luke: All right, let's check breath sounds, get a monitor in him. All right? Draw my labs. I'll take it from here.

Jane: Okay. I-I want this guy, luke, alive and talking. That's the bart killer.

Luke: Yeah, okay, well, Jane, right now, he's my patient, okay? So just go wait in the chairs.

Jill: Did you get anything out of him in the ambulance?

Jane: No, he never regained consciousness.

Luke: You both need to leave.

Jill: We both need to leave.

Jane: Whose side are you on?

Jill: Let me get back to you on that one.
This is when I call Denise to tell her we got our killer, and she manages to take all the credit.

Jane: Remember when I wanted to buy a motorcycle?

Jill: Your subconscious post-breakup death wish?

Jane: The good ones are expensive, like 30 grand easy. Mad dog had a brand-new bike parked outside his trailer. The thing had to cost way more than what he would have made pawning the stuff he stole from the crime scene.

Jill: Meth heads aren't known for their savings. He must have had a windfall. Somebody paid him to commit those murders.

Jane: Yeah, one of them, anyway. The other two he killed just to spin us sideways, or just because they were there. If mad dog dies, we may never know who he was paid to kill or why.