I pulled my sled into my spot in the station parking lot. Although there was nothing to mark the space as mine, it was left empty for me by deference. Another advantage of being an Inspektor. There was a pecking order that was respected in the department, official or not. I swing my keys as I entered the station, wondering what sort of a state I’d find Caffyn in. He must’ve had his panties in a serious bunch to have bothered contacting me on the way in to work. It was unprecedented.
I gave a curt nod to the Desk Sergeant, Lardner, who nodded back. If there was a downside to the pecking order, this was it. Although it provoked camaraderie between peers and a kind of awed respect from those on their way up, it brought a different mood from those who had risen as high as they ever would do, and it wasn’t as high as they’d hoped. There was still a necessary show of respect there but it was grudging, more show than substance. The Inspektors resided in the police station, but we were just barely a part of it.
The door to the Inspektor’s office swung open with a nudge from the toe of my shoe. Crossing the threshold was like entering different world. This was where I belonged. A number of voices called out greetings as my fellow Inspektors looked up from their desks, newspapers and morning coffees.
“ Hey Double Down, you been teaching skydiving lessons ? “ a voice rang out over the others.
“ Jam it up your ass, Miles, “ I called back. Miles Goldwyn was always the first guy to razz on you for anything and everything. He, like most of the department, called me Double Down. Not for anything to do with cards, but because my full name is John Allen. Some wit long ago decided that I had two first names and no family name. Hence, Double Down. I thought it was a stupid nickname, not least of which because it took longer to say than ‘Allen’ which I preferred.
“ Morning Blue, “ I said to my partner. My partner also had a nickname, which made more sense than mine as his real name was Stanislav Pryzbelowski and no one could be bothered saying the full thing, including me. I have no idea where the name ‘Blue’ came from but it was how I’d always known him.
“ You see this ? “ Blue mumbled, shaking his newspaper at me without looking up from it.
“ Caffyn wants to see us. Now. Seemed excited. “
“ Air show, “ Blue continued, ignoring me.
“ Is this what Miles was crowing about ? “
“ Probably. Skydiver at an airshow, “ Blue put down the paper and looked at me. “ Dropped, dropped, dropped. Proper position, beautiful form, dead on target. In fact, he was just a couple of feet just outside the bullseye when he packed into the dirt at terminal velocity. Half the crowd was Riding him at the time, got to see the White Light. Mothers, kids, you name it. Very traumatic. “
My past as a paratrooper in the War was well known around the department. Hell, more than half the Inspektors had seen some kind of action. But even amongst them, my time spent in recon was well respected. Respected and tastefully almost never mentioned. If it was brought up, it was usually by guys who’d stayed at home during the War. Guys like Miles.
“ Chute failure ? “ I asked. A thought that formed a hard fist in my stomach, no matter how many times I’d jumped.
“ Worse. Sick bastard did it on purpose. “
“ Suicide ? “
“ Like I said, half the crowd was Riding him at the time. They all said the same thing, never even reached for his … thing. “
“ Ripcord ? “
“ Ripcord. Yes. Didn’t make a move. Kept himself splayed out like a frog until he hit. Hadn’t hit his head, wasn’t unconscious. The witnesses Riding him said he was looking around and, get this, laughing. “ Blue shrugged. “ Suicide, sick bastard. Do what you want, but it’s a shame all them families had to see it. “
“ Yeah. Shame. “
“ Come on then, “ Blue grunted, stretching his lanky frame upright. “ Let’s go see Caffyn before the fat prick has an annerism. “
“ Aneurysm ? “
Blue shot me a dark look. He was born in the country but his parents spoke Polish at home when he was a kid and his English sometimes failed on him. I considered it a testament to our friendship that he didn’t tear my head off for picking him up on it.
“ Don’t look so sour, Blue. Come on. “
My partner stepped in behind me as we walked through the rest of the office to our Captain’s door.