It had been a long day and was growing longer by the minute...so Greg was deeply happy to see his love and fellow cop Luke come through the door of his office.
"HEY, feel like some company?"
"God yes," and Greg bounded up and hugged his partner in life. They had met in college and immediately knew this was 'the one', and had been together ever since. Luke was a cop in Kalamazoo and commuted so Greg didn't have to.
"Long day honey?"
"You have NO idea. You?"
"Not that bad all things considered. Lot of paper work but no shoot 'em ups. Nothing like YOUR day, I gather."
Greg grimaced and Luke hugged him.
"You know we volunteered for this shit."
"Don't remind me," and he laughed a little. Luke always could make Greg laugh.
Just about then, a fellow officer came in and said to Greg...
"Got someone I think you need to see. Says he has some info on the murder you are investigating. I got him down in room 4."
"Thanks, Al," and with that Greg kissed Luke on the forehead and then hightailed it down to the scene of the grime, and marched in. In front of him sitting at a desk was a young white kid, probably 16 or so and looking like so many other country boys around here...and he looked as if he was about to split a gut. Really antsy and nervous looking.
Greg moved over to the desk, and pulling a chair around sat.
"Hi," he said nonchalantly as if they were about to have tea or a drink or something. Hardly.
"What's your name?"
"Bobby. Bobby Fowler."
"Bobby, my partner tells me you have some information for me."
"Yeh. But PLEASE. You gotta protect me. He will kill me if he finds out I said anything."
"Who is 'he'?"
"My brother. Johnny Fowler."
"Ok, so what is it you need to tell me and of course we will keep you from harm."
"Ok, my brother? I overheard him and a friend talking about killing a fag. Yesterday. Today, they did."
"How do you know they followed through?"
"I overheard them a while ago bragging about it to each other. Said it was a 'rush' to see a faggot get what he deserved."
"Ok, how long ago was this?"
"Hour or so maybe?"
"Ok. Fill me in. Details, Bobby. Details."
"Sure," and he proceeded to do just that.
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