Part IV: Speculation
[Dean flopped down in the chair across from Lloyd Asplund's desk. For once he was working a case that had no connection to the local mafia, which was a blessing. It meant he didn't have to worry about getting shot at or being taken on nice long drives.
Didn't mean that the lack of mafia cases on his docket equaled a total lack of interest. It was November now, which meant the FBI had been investigating the cocaine on the city docks for a month now and that the police department was getting pretty sick of the Feds running things. At least they were sure that it was the Starks responsible.]
So then, have you gotten sucked into the FBI whirpool of doing the Feds favours like nearly everyone else I know?
Didn't mean that the lack of mafia cases on his docket equaled a total lack of interest. It was November now, which meant the FBI had been investigating the cocaine on the city docks for a month now and that the police department was getting pretty sick of the Feds running things. At least they were sure that it was the Starks responsible.]
So then, have you gotten sucked into the FBI whirpool of doing the Feds favours like nearly everyone else I know?