Detective Mici woke from a deep sleep he thought he heard a noise. He reached for his gun; and left the bedroom slowly making his way down the dark hallway. He walked down the stairs keeping his back against the wall, entering the living room, the light from the street shone inside the room. Mici saw the shadow of a person holding a bloody knife standing over a body. When the person heard the clink of the gun, he quickly escaped through the broken glass door dropping the knife. Detective Mici waited a few minutes; he walked over to the window, surveying the area, there was silence. He knew not to touch the evidence, searching for the phone, he called his old precinct.
“Hello, 29th precinct SGT. Moore, what is your emergency?”
“This is Detective Mici, I have a situation at my house that requires police assistance.”
“Are you injured?”
“Can you give me a description of the situation?”
“Yes, there is a dead body in my living room.”
The officer dispatched all units in the area; within minutes Det. Mici’s house is surrounded by police activity. Among the officers is his old friend Chief Jefferson. Walking through the house and he Det. Mici siting in the living room being questioned by an officer. The Chief interrupts the interview,
“Thank You officer I will take it from here.” Chief Jefferson sits next to Det. Mici, He whispers, “How should we handle this situation?”
“By the book old.”
“Ok. I’ll leave you alone with your thoughts; this is going to make a hella story.” Chief Jefferson said.
Det. Mici flashbacked to the previous night, He remembers staring at the bottom of a bourbon bottle after gulping the last drop. A voice interrupted his thoughts.
“Det. Mici, I was told to escort you to the station.”
Looking up at the officer he said, “I understand.”
Chief Jefferson awaits Det. Mici at the precinct. As they walked through the precinct, the Chief announced….
“This is Det. Mici, he is one of our top veterans.”
“He is a suspect shouted one of the officers.”
Chief Jefferson replies in a threatening tone. “How would you like traffic duty for the next six months’ officer?”
The officer exited the precinct…
“Let’s go to my office.”
“I’ve been reviewing your cases; you have some unhappy people who could be out for revenge.”
Det. Mici paced the room “I have turned this situation over and over in my mind, nothing make sense.”
“Take a seat, I’ll call the Medical Examiner maybe she has made an I.D of the body.”
While the chief dialed the number, Det. Mici, recognized a of Scotch on the desk.
“‘This is Chief Jefferson, from 29th precinct calling to get an Identification of the body found earlier at Det. Mici’s house.”
“Can I put you on hold for a moment I need to check the logs?”
“Hello Chief, you said the body came In from Det. Mici’s house?”
“We haven’t received a body from that location.”
“Can you look again?”
“Chief, I’ve been working since 5:00 AM, and based on our logs we haven’t received a body.’’
Stunned by the M.E.’s reply the Chief opened the bottle of Scotch. He poured two drinks.
“You might want to drink this.”
Det. Mici looked at the Chief, “I’ve seen that look before.”
“The body has been misplaced.”
“I don’t understand.”
“The M.E. says they don’t have the body.”
“We have a report, there is the knife. What about the finger prints?”
“The only prints on the knife are yours”
“How? I never touched the knife.”
“Don’t know; let’s take a ride back to your house.”
They left the precinct through the back door. During the drive, they did not speak; arriving they walked around the outside of the house. The glass door was repaired. They slowly entered the house. Using their flashlights, looking around, there is no sign of evidence of a crime.
“What the hell is going on?”
“Someone doesn’t want this case to be solved.”
Suddenly, the house lights came on. There is laughter throughout the house.
“Come out fellas” announced the Chief.
“What the hell is going on Chief?”
The chief burst out laughing “all these years I’ve waited to get back at you for bringing that stripper to my bachelor’s party.”