CCC #52

I sat there in silence. I waited for a cheer or a curse or some sort of reaction. I didn’t know how to fill the moments that stretched into indeterminate lengths of time.
I silently cursed Cabrese and his crew for bringing me here. I should be with Marie and the boys. I knew I couldn’t. I had to just embrace what I was sitting in front of now.
My head began to ache as I listened to the 3 men breathing on the other side of the room. Time stretched further and a very bad man began to beat on my head with a club. Tension filled me and threatened to pour out of the semi healed wounds all over my body. I really hurt physically, and this was mental torture.
Finally, the Chief spoke, jolting me out of my swirling thoughts. “We have to think some more on this Steve.” He said. “You know all too well the ramifications of this whole situation. Our choices have changed. We have to divert attention away from the department. Away from this massacre.”
“I know.” I said. “Throw me to them, I am ready. I will take all of the heat for this one.” My Captain just shook his head and stared at the floor.

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