that, I am quite certain, sir. However, I wonât see you again until our court date. If I do, I will arrest you.â
âMe, too,â I toss in.
âDanny?â says Ceepak.
âYeah?â
âMuch as we all like you, you are not a family member.â
âTrue. But if I see him near Rita or T.J. and youâre not around â¦â
âAh! Then you may indeed arrest him.â
âThought so.â
Mr. Ceepak squints at us hard. Guess he doesnât like to see everybody in a room smiling except him.
âFine. All I want is to find my wife. Work things out between us. But, noâyou have to blow everything out of proportion, donât you, Johnny? Fine. Iâll see you in court, son.â He does a finger salute off his greasy forehead to Rita, tries to put a little of the olâ Joe Sixpack twinkle back in his foggy eyes. âNice meeting you, maâam. Who knew Johnny would grow up to marry a Polack beauty queen. Iâm serious. I always thought he was a fucking faggot like his little brother.â
And with that fatherly pearl of wisdom, Mr. Ceepak leaves the building.
âSorry for the unanticipated intrusion,â Ceepak says to Skip.
âThatâs okay. I love watching you work, sir. Iâm hoping to re-enter the police academy in the fall.â
Ceepak just nods. Because if he said something encouraging like, âgood for you,â heâd be lying. Plus, no way are they letting Skippy OâMalley back in. They caught him cheating. Thatâs a âone strike and youâre outâ deal.
Mr. OâMalley, wearing a black suit, bursts into the office.
âSkippy?â
âYes, sir?â
âWhy the hell are there children crying in my parking lot?â
âWe, uh, we â¦â
âIâm afraid thatâs our fault, Mr. OâMalley,â says Ceepak.
OâMalley is a big, blustery man. He looks Ceepak up and down. Checks me out, too.
âYouâre the cops. The ones who â¦â
âYes, sir,â says Ceepak.
Mr. OâMalley nods. Puckers up his lips to fight down his feelings.
âThank you. For all you did. For all you tried to do.â
Behind the counter, I see Skippy hanging his head. Maybe heâs sobbing again.
âI only wish we could have reached your wife sooner,â says Ceepak.
âDonât beat yourself up, son. Dr. Kurth, the medical examiner, was kind enough to call me. Said Jackie suffered a massive coronary. Most likely died instantaneously. Didnât feel any pain.â
Ceepak nods. Heâs heard the same thing.
âSkippy?â
âSir?â
âWhereâs my other cell phone?â
Skippy turns and fumbles around on the top of a credenza, where there are buckets of colored balls and about a dozen cell phones sitting in charger bases.
He grabs one.
âHere you go, dad. Fully charged.â
Mr. OâMalley takes it, hands Skippy another phone, which looks just like the one he just took. âCharge it. Died on me during mass.â
âYes, sir.â
âWhy werenât you there?â
âChurch?â
âYeah.â
âI had to open at ten.â
âRight. Good. Iâll be upstairs in the office.â
âOkay, Dad.â
âAnd Skippy?â
âYes, sir?â
âI thought I told you to take that damn cat to the shelter.â
Skippy picks the cat up out of its bed. âI donât mind looking after him.â
âYour brother Kevin is allergic. Mary, too.â
âBut Mom loved Gizmo.â
âSouth Shore will find it a new home.â
âI could keep him in my room.â
âSkippy?â
âYes, sir. Iâll take him in first thing tomorrow.â
âArenât you working here tomorrow morning?â
âSouth Shore Animal Shelter opens at nine. I used to go out there sometimes with Mom, when she volunteered.â
âFine. Whatever. Just take