36 Hours Page 18
by B. J. Woster
“I don’t know what he’s talking about,” Cortez whined, good-naturedly, as he passed. “I am a well-oiled machine.”
Hardwick trailed behind, grinning sadly. Today he’d enjoy the banter and the relief at knowing another serial killer was put out of commission, but his sadness stemmed from knowing that he wasn’t the man that meted justice. He was also contending with the reality that he’d made some grave errors in judgment, errors he’d never made before, errors that had him questioning whether it was time to retire.
Tomorrow the captain wanted changes, and he planned to give him a major one.
–Tomorrow, he planned to resign.
