RM Prompt 1.75 1 The coroner and the lawyer grow fat on the quarrels of fools

Sep 24, 2007 23:58

The coroner and the lawyer grow fat on the quarrels of fools. (Ta'n toshiagh-joarey as yn leighder gaase roauyr er streeu ny blebbinyn.)

I come from a long line of cops - Irish cops at that. One of my earliest memories is my grandmother muttering as my grandfather tossed his sergeant’s cap down on their table. “Ta'n toshiagh-joarey as yn leighder gaase roauyr er streeu ny blebbinyn,” in her native tongue, and then she’d switch back to English, “but never the gardai. No thanks, no rest, no pay.”

Things haven’t changed much. People are still ending up dead, I’m still breaking my back in my cheap suit, all hours of the night for a paycheck that makes me wince and reach for a magnifying glass. Not that Doc Rodgers is raking it in - sometimes I think she stays here purely out of respect for Lennie’s memory and the love of breaking my balls. Jack McCoy could have moved up and out years ago, but he stays here, in the New York criminal courts, for reasons of his own.

If nothing else, we’ve got one thing in common, counselor, cop, and coroner alike. As long as there’re people on this earth, we’ve got job security.

Mike Logan
Law & Order
180 words

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