Chapter 51Things were jumping at the Jacksonville precinct. For some reasons crime was on the rise in the spring. As if the criminals suddenly awoke from hibernation somehow and went on a rampage of vandalism, theft, wilful destruction, arson and, of course, murder.
The two detectives, who had been in charge of the “Marianne Case”, as it had been nicknamed last year, were in their captain’s office.
“Okay, I’ve had ADA Blake on the phone this morning,” Captain Hiller said, “and she wanted to know which one of you two had decided to pin the murder of the CIA agent on Ms Kartz.” The two men looked at each other, visibly at a momentary loss. “Nobody is saying that was wrong, I’m just wondering why and when you decided to point the finger at the lady.”
Fisk, the younger of the two detectives
