Defective Wilfredo Cruz had something tangible. He didn't know exactly how to put it together, but it was a start. He thought about pulling some help from Laura Kimber's department, but that just meant it was going to be a messy paper work process that he had no time to entertain. Although Captain Frank Roque told him that he could take whomever he wanted he knew there was red tape. He would lose much precious time and the captain had to know that. There wasn't enough time waiting for the paper work to go through. If he waited he'd understand that there might be some wasteful cost. His chance to find out where to look was at the coroner's office. He had to get the help he needed from Dr. Ariel Rivera. He was sure that she would offer all the help she could, and the detective had to just bank on that.
“Damn,” he whispered as he gathered his files and tucked it under his arm. The most complicated part of his investigation was pulling it all together. He knew that and it kind of bothered him.
The murders had to stop and he knew that the homicide division always blew up the budget. Last year alone, Chambers drew it over $300,000. on straight overtime and court pay for most of his division.
Cruz wanted no part of killing the budget, but that too was on his mind. He didn't know why, because stopping a killer was far more important than the budget.
He thought about using everyone he could as he stood by the door. Then he remembered what the mayor said. The overtime cap was premised on one single rule. It was a rule he did not want molested. Any detective who reached 35 percent of his base pay in accumulated overtime and court time was taken out of rotation.
“Shit,” he whispered under his breath realizing that he went way over the 35 percent. He knew it and so did the captain. Nevertheless nothing was going to stop him. He'd work for no pay in order to resolve and arrest a murderer.
The last time he went over the budget he was pulled off rotation and stuck on day duties just feeling phones calls. He couldn't earn overtime pay for the next month. He felt like he was stuck in a time out for just doing his job.
In the homicide division there was no way around it. The money was used and the taxpayers were the ones footing the bill. There was no making money for the job they were paid to do. There was no other source of income coming in to cover a long drawn out investigation.
The plan facts were simple. If there was a job to do and it's not completed, to hell with the budget and everyone who happens to be on top of it. A murderer was out there and his job was not to worry about the money, it was about keeping the people in his city safe. That was the only thing that should be occupying the detective's mind.
So Cruz had decided. He was going to make sure everyone who was helping with his investigation do not get sidelined. He would fight tooth and nail to keep the motors of his division well greased and forging ahead. No one was going to be screwing up the homicide division's investigation and he would step on all the lieutenants who try to pull rank. That was it. That was the detective's plan and he stick to it no matter what.
© 2018 Frank Atanacio