Detective John Carnes

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It was one of these rarely beautiful days. The sunrays were falling slanting through the sheer curtain, brightening the office on police station’s first floor. As always, it was quiet. In any case, the agenda for the day was including simple everyday cases.
Detective John Carnes had arrived at the office at his favorite habit long before anyone else. His nights were short, his days long. "Who was your contact? How did you manage to get such a transfer?" Jim Riley, general chief of police in the previous precinct, had asked him wryly fifteen months ago. At Bronx, New York, things were completely different. His daily activity report included murders, suicides, drugs, contract killings and so forth. In contrast, here in Burlington things were quiet. Others would yearn for it, would beg for a job like this in a sleepy little city, but he was feeling his adrenalin boiling inside him, he was considering his transfer unfavorable, a real block to his career. …show more content…

He let it ring twice, and then picked it up. He listened carefully to young cadet, Anthony Garner, talking to him about a girl who insisted to meet him. She was waiting at the public’s reception area on the ground floor.
"Send her over, Garner," he said with deep and resonant voice.
While he was waiting for her to come, he opened his gray tweed jacket and pulled out his nine millimeter chrome plated gun from his – hung from the strap – inner pouch. He removed the bullets from the magazine, put the gun on the desk and stayed still for a while looking at it. It was glistening in the morning light. Soon after, he placed it along with the bullets in the first drawer, took off his well-pressed jacket, hung it on the back of his chair and sat down. He repeat-ed some ritual actions almost every single morning. He finally crossed his hands on the desk and waited for her to come.
The girl knocked twice on the door.
"Come in," Carnes

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