Corruption everywhere…..
Challenge words – spasmodic delirium and plastic.
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Detective Conrad Kelly drives through the affluent Hudson River Valley neighborhood and picks up his colleague and friend, Detective Jensen Kesington. After quarreling with himself in regards to his family and life, they speed off to Vassar Brothers Medical Center venturing to cross the Hudson River, destined to Folkeepsie, NY.
As Detective Jensen Kesington lights another Marlboro Red he asks Detective Conrad Kelly, “Haven’t you had enough of this filth? I mean really, Connie….you could have retired years ago. What in the hell keeps you going aside from the obvious adrenalin rush?”
“This is all I know Jen. What the hell am I going to do? Join a crotchet or bingo club? C’mon, you now me and my character. I’ll probably die wearing this badge and an empty clip surrounded by shell casings.” Detective Kelly responds in a matter of fact tone.
“Well, Connie. Aside from my younger brother, you’re the next to know. I’m rapping it up next year and won’t be looking back. There’s too much corruption within the department and prosecutors have political agendas to carve out. How close do you think we’re actually going to get to solving this murder before we get the call to back-off, Connie?”
“Don’t tell me they’ve gotten to you too, Jen.” Detective Kelly says in a sorrowful tone while passing two cars on a double yellow line in a frenzy to reach the hospital.
“HELL NO!” Barks Kesington. ”That’s why I’m retiring. I can’t stand to be around the filthy swines in my own unit. It’s not a coincidence Sargent Branagan assigned me out of my unit to team up with you, Connie. He knows I live in Folkeepsie and no my way around, so to say. You’re a legend, Connie. You’ve done your job and then some. How long until they get to you, Connie? You know it’s just a matter of time if you don’t retire.” Jensen responds with a tone of clarity as if knowing something more, and a hope that his friend, colleague and comrade from Vietnam will retire gracefully.
“I know they’re all involved in something, Jen.” Glaring at Jensen with some scrutiny in his voice. ”Whether it’s small time shake downs of drug dealers or deeper corruption, it’s all mucked up. I never went the Serpico route. Didn’t have to, Jen. I would just frag the S-O-B, and nobody said a word about it.” Detective Kelly declared and glimmered with some pride.
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