We were working the Night Watch out of the Intelligence Division
out of the Police Headquarters. The Captain was Lemuel Cuchifritos. My Partner
is Bill Gannon. My name is Friday. I carry a badge. And a grudge.
Bill Gannon walked into the division and hung the shiny jacket
of his Robert Hall suit on the hook on the wall at the back of the squad. We
had been partners for twenty years. We agree on most things. Except barbeque
sauce. And Politics.
“Do you want some coffee Joe? I will make a fresh pot.” “We need
to get it to go. We have a call. There seems to be a problem at the office of
the Democratic National Committee.”
Bill laughed. “Yeah I heard about that Joe. But wasn’t that in
Washington DC? I heard about it on the radio. What that have to do with us? We
are the Intelligence Division. We deal with organized crime and communist
subversion. Does that mean we can arrest the Democrats for being Commies? Wow
that would be great. Tell me I can pistol whip that commie scumbag Sam Yorty.”
