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(19 lat temu) 23 maja 2006 o 20:53
Freeze ! Miami Vice !
“Zito! Come on! Let’s go!” Officer Stan Switek’s loud, jarring voice boomed from across the room.
His partner, Larry Zito was not happy.
“This coffee tastes yuk, ” he grumbled bitterly under his breath and dumping the cold coffee into the wastebasket by his desk. “Wait up, Stan! Slow down, will ya!”
Stan barreled through the swinging doors, narrowly missing a dark haired stranger passing through.
“Excuse me…” the man began. “I would like to know where…”
Stan paused long enough to look the man up and down, wondering silently to himself what kind of jerk would dress in black in ninety-five degree temperatures…
Unless of course, the idiot was on his way to a funeral…
“Sorry, pal!” he answered aloud, dodging impatiently around the puzzled stranger.
The rudeness didn’t seem to bother the man. He turned to Zito.
“Where can I find…?”
“Yeah…right here!” Zito growled back angrily.
And nodding toward the back of the squad room, he too shouldered his way through the heavy swinging doors.
Two more officers ignored his question.
Sighing softly, the man walked into the middle of the room and stood still, lowering his eyes to the floor.
Secretaries loaded down with armfuls of files hurried back and forth, one dodging around another detective as he dashed for his desk to answer the phone. A bald headed cop chewing on an unlit cigar was yapping loudly into a phone while a squirming prisoner was banging his shackled wrist angrily against a metal chair. Two uniformed officers sauntered past discussing a hot date from the night before while a rowdy bunch swarmed out into the corridor in a mad rush to get on with the shift.
He had seen enough.
Slipping his hands into his pockets and tilting his head back, the man whistled shrilly. As effective as a gunshot, everyone froze.
Cringing, a few put their hands over their ears. A lovely young woman with soft brown eyes stopped what she was doing, gazing over at him in astonishment. He nodded to her with a smile and then looked around the room calmly.
“I’m Lieutenant Castillo, your new boss, ” he announced. “Can someone tell me where my office is?”
There was stunned silence.
Several seconds ticked by until finally, the brown-eyed woman he had first encountered regained her composure.
“Ah…in the corner, ” she told him.
“Thank you, ” he said, walking past each of them with a cool smile.
Some gaped. Others examined him suspiciously. One young woman with raven black hair, her dark eyes sparkling with humor, smiled warmly as he approached, and recognizing a genuine sign of welcome, he paused long enough to commit her features to memory.
It was at that moment that a sandy-haired detective in a pink tee shirt sauntered into the office, a Styrofoam cup of coffee dangling dangerously from his hand. Surprised by the squad room's silence and caught off guard by this stranger's probing stare, the younger man back-pedaled, his green eyes widening with curiosity as he watched the newcomer go into the Lieutenant's office.
Sonny Crockett glanced over at his partner, Ricardo Tubbs, a handsome black detective who had been watching everything from the safety of his desk in the corner. They exchanged puzzled looks while two of the female detectives from the squad began a conversation, sizing up the new boss.
“Check out the look. Forty-two? Mean, huh?” Gina Calabrese, the black haired beauty asked her partner.
“Oh, I don’t know about that…”
Trudy Joplin, the detective who had first guided the new lieutenant to his office, seemed to have fully recovered from her initial shock.
“That the new lieutenant?” Sonny asked.
“Kinda cute, don’t you think?” Trudy was asking Gina.
“Not my type, ” Sonny laughed jokingly. “So, what’s he like?” he asked Rico.
“Charles Bronson, by way of Havana, would be my guess, ” he grumbled. “So, how’d it work out with the old girlfriend, huh?”
Sonny’s face darkened. “Dead-end. She won’t sign out a complaint against Rusack.”
“Can you blame her?” Rico muttered, rubbing the back of his neck ruefully. It wasn’t exactly what he wanted to hear after Rusack had bounced him down a steep flight of stairs like a soccer ball
A deep voice rumbled from the back of the room, making Sonny pause and turn his head curiously. It was the new lieutenant. Sonny heard him speak again… and something clicked in the young detective’s mind… something darkly familiar that left him feeling restless and uneasy…
…just the fringes of a memory… a memory full of pain that was better ...
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