On the second to last day, Lt. Russo, who ran the program, announced, "Unless you were at dinner last night and had the opportunity to say 'Howard, pass the salt,' you are going to Brooklyn North and Manhattan North. That's where they need people, and that's where you're going." "Howard" referred to to the Commissioner Safir, and when they read the list of assignments the next afternoon--
"Alvarez... Brooklyn North..."
"Baker... Brooklyn North..."
"Buono... Manhattan North..."
"Calderon... Brooklyn North..."
"Conlon... South Bronx Initiative..."
--more than a few people turned around to look. Howard, pass the salt. I was a little surprised myself.
Mots clés police connections i-know-people pass-the-salt
In any case, I was less unhappy than the teammate who wondered whether the purported tribute of being a "well-rounded detective" was a jibe around his weight.
Edward ConlonMots clés weight
Do you have any idea who you've been dealing with?"
"This is big-time! Interstate! Federal! You're not in a precinct, are you?"
"This goes way beyond you! This goes deep!"
"We've been on to this guy for a long time, Shaka."
"The Virginia Mafia! Nobody fucks with them!"
"We've got him in a room down the hall--this guy gave up his own sister! You're lucky you got out alive!
Mots clés virginia-mafia
I had to agree with one ex-boyfriend of one crackhead complainant who'd gone missing, when he told me with disdain, 'This is a whole big bunch of unbelievable!
Edward ConlonMots clés unbelievable can-t-believe-it poice
Once, I went to the roof of a project and saw a hawk perched on the rail; always, you see the city in the near distance, its towers and spires studded with lights, both stately and slapdash, like the crazy geometry of rock crystal. There were many days when you felt sorry for people who worked inside.
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