BAWLMER NOIR

GIRDLES and FAT LADIES (updated)

The
internal affairs investigator came out to the waiting area and brought
me back to his desk. He was short and heavyset, almost dumpy looking.
He had a gut that was so huge he would have to take someone else's word
for
it to see if… Continue

MICHAEL THE POLOCK

I
sat and thought about everything. About me, Michael Abromowicz. The
Polock cop. Probably destined to be a cop having been named after the
Patron Saint of police officers, Michael the Archangel. My mot… Continue

CHANDLER'S HIP POCKET

I
sat in the Internal Affairs office with an old metal fan blowing from a
corner of the room. The IA office was in one of the older more run down
buildings that the police department had. I wondered if they did that
on purpose, for effect. No one liked coming here anyway. It was never
for anything good. It was like going to the vice principal's office
when you were a kid. But my partner was always fond of say… Continue

GOLDFISH and DYNAMITE

I put my raid jacket on. It had POLICE in large letters on the back with
police over the right breast and a detectives badge over the left. It
was designed so that we fulfilled the legal requir… Continue

It was a hot and humid summer morning. The kind of morning that made your shirt feel more like contact paper. We had tracked him to a small apartment building in the middle of the city. It was early, the twilight time for gangstas, addicts and killers. Real people were just waking up. But those who lived in the alternate uni… Continue