Lollipop Murders
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CHAPTER 2
THE SQUAD ROOM was copied from some old cop movie. It must’ve been some grand design to piss everybody off. Jammed windows with lazy ceiling fans hung like sick helicopters hovered over cramped desks and mountains of paperwork. A Lucky Strike haze hung like a thundercloud staining the ceiling urine yellow and fluorescent tubes, a few flickering, cast a deathly pall over it all.
The joint was nothing but a big square trash can with cops rummaging.
Mabel, their tried-and-true secretary, sat at a desk in an alcove outside the squad room. She was fifty-two, an exmarine, twice widowed WWII supply officer. Salty as the rest, after one day in the same room with those cretins, even she couldn’t take it. So, she just pushed her desk out the door into the hallway and commandeered a long phone cord.
Nobody dared say a word or dared ask.
She thought they all deserved a good kick in the ass but she loved every one of the pea-pickers.
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Last night’s news was old. It was ruled a clean shooting. Another dirtbag was fertilizer.
When Micky walked into the squad room, he smirked as the team gave him a thumbs up. Twisting through the mess, the edge of his eye caught the new guy sitting with Pop, pink cheeks with blond-white hair. Christ, he thought, probably got red eyes, fucking albino. But he did recollect they had good night vision.
Micky kept moving toward his office, a glass-enclosed affair overlooking his domain.
Passing by Shamy’s desk, he rapped the top.
“Shamy, my man, how goes it?”
He kept moving. Shamy looked up from his pile of paper.
“Hi, Sarge, sleep good?”
“Like a suckling babe, like a suckling babe.”
Micky left his door half open and plopped in his swivel chair. His stomach rumbled. After the shooting, he had gone home and chucked his gut and then tossed and turned the rest of the night.
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Revenge is mine, sayeth the Lord. Marvin thought that was bullshit. Marvin was intelligent, quick-minded, courteous, considerate, and a smart dresser. The young lady he showed an interest in said, “Get away from me you ugly twerp.” It really pissed Marvin off. Sergeant Jack Delaney, a cop for sixteen years, headed a special task force tagged the Doom squad. Except for his cop ability, his life was typical. All screwed up. Marvin really pissed him off. Sgt. Delaney, nicknamed Micky, and his team are assigned an unusual murder series committed by a wimp named Marvin. Marvin, scorned, thinks all women are suckers because they fall for the jocks, guys that don’t appreciate them. He decides that since women are suckers, he would make them all Lollipops, every flavor.
About the Author
Jim Malloy is a retired police captain of twenty-eight years. Born and raised in St Louis, Missouri, he followed his grandfather and uncle by joining the San Diego police department. He started out walking a beat in the days where call boxes on the corner were the only communication with headquarters. After a year, he worked a one-man patrol car on the night shift for eight years. He transferred to traffic and specialized in investigation of fatal accidents and became an expert court witness. After promotion to sergeant, he transferred to the motorcycle division for four years before being promoted to lieutenant and then captain two years later. As a police captain, he commanded the central and southeast divisions, SWAT, patrol administration, personnel, and communications. After retirement, he obtained his private investigator’s license and currently owns his own firm in San Diego.