Call From New York
Brooklyn, New York
By the time Lou and Sherri got to the scene, a half a dozen reporters had gathered outside the building. A young female with an independent news group shoved a mic toward Lou’s face.
“What can you tell us, Detective Mazzetti?”
“It’s hot out,” Lou said, and pushed the mic aside. He wanted to shove the mic up her ass; instead, he grabbed hold of Sherri as they made their way through the crowd and inside to the elevator.
“I imagine things are gonna get bad now,” Sherri said.
“When somebody gets killed in a public place, there’s no stopping the reporters. They’re worse than vultures after they smell a dead body.”
Lou and Sherri got in the elevator with a patrolman. He pushed the button for the sixth floor, and they rode in silence until the doors op
