Chapter 22: CORRUPTION

Detective Kensington strode down the corridor in search of Bradshaw, a loud clicking sound echoing through the narrow hall as her heels hit against the tiled floors.

She stopped to peek into the first interrogation room where Phillip Bradshaw was standing in front of the viewing window listening to the exchange of conversation between a detective and a young man.

"Hey, Detective," she said. "What's going on in there?"

"Santori is questioning a slime bag about a rash of recent burglaries: the same MO for all of them...families out of town on vacation."

"We need to get the word out to the residents to make sure they contact us when leaving town."

"That's part of the problem. These residents did."

"Uh-oh, heads are gonna fly on this one. Whose department is this?"

He made a face. "Jackson." Jessie blinked her eyes shut in disgust, but remained silent. "Did you want me for something?" he asked.