At the River

Well, this week was a tough one. First being that a fellow policeman was shot and killed, to make matters worse he was under investigation by the IA.

Second, me and Whitehead were split up much to his chagrin and moreover that he was "stuck in the car" with Lt. Rice, who was egging him on about becoming Lt. himself, for her gain not his. I got "stuck in the car" with, Det. Claire Ryan pretty little lady but tough as nails and not too keen on Memphis' good eats. We were working the IA claim but it seemed not from the same stand point. Furthermore, this case was hitting close to home.

See, Officer Ekler not only left his wife a widow but also left behind a son. I don't have to remind y'all that my daddy served well for Memphis and was killed in the line of duty.It got me wondering how tough it was on momma, she said "you know, when an officer falls I always try to pay my respect".

Her words got me thinking. Was it hard for her when she went to a policeman’s funeral? Did she remember daddy’s funeral? Why she would put herself through that grief all over again, only momma would be sure of it.

She was sweet enough to bring me daddy's service hat as I had missed placed mine somewhere between divorcing and moving out from Alex's place.

This became a case of needle in a haystack as we tried to find what really was going on with Officer Ekler and his involvement with a white supremacist militia resistance. The evidence was causing doubt and suspicion but I had bound myself to find the truth.

I feel my manners were a bit on the wayside seeing as the wake was the night before and the following morning she caught me with my pants down, literally. Which may or may not have been the reason me and Ryan almost got ourselves blown up.

The funeral was tough of us all, especially me. I couldn't help but see myself in Jack Ekler's eyes, unsure of what it all meant. He was quite impressive. He didn't want to be there but stood strong next to his mother. Couldn't help feeling sorry for the poor kid.

Toughing it out at a fellow policeman's funeral is no easy feat but getting popped in the jaw by a suspect is all together unexpected. When trying to get information from a suspicious person in the south, be sure to stay clear from any mention of his mother. Not to worry, he was wrangled up and Whitehead proved himself invaluable to Lt. Rice with some damn fine police work in the interrogation room.

Which lead me to a stakeout with Ryan, we did some chatting while she took pictures; she asked me why I sing. Small talk I guess, since these were tight quarters.

Then things got a little personal between us. Not sure it was meant to happen but it was enjoyable to see her blush.

As the evidence made things clearer, we realize that poor Ekler was just collateral damage. Things slowly came together in the end. The picture was bigger than we had anticipated. We all came out of it none the worse for wear. We got justice and our perp. Sadly, that too hit close to home for the Eklers.