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would start with food distributors, looking particularly at the Mexican and Latino restaurants.”
    “Thanks, Captain.”
    “Andy Anderson.”
    “Yes sir.”
    “I want you and Alverez to go over to OCCB and go through Tony’s desk with a fine tooth comb. See if you can find any clues regarding what he may have been working on last night. Go through every piece of paper in his desk and interview all of the guys in his squad. He may have mentioned something that could help us.” 
    “We’re on it, boss.”
    Pat returned to the podium.
    “We’ll meet again at 1700 hours and see what progress we’ve made. We have a press conference at 1000 hours that I’ll handle. Queens Anti-Crime is coming in to help us. They’ll be re-canvassing everything. We have some reward posters and flyers printed up to distribute and a tip line has been set up around the clock. Transit cops will saturate the subway line for the next couple days with the flyers, and if we have to, we’ll repeat it on Friday and Saturday. Thank you for your hard work. I assure you that we will be successful!”
    Pat returned a few phone calls from commanders around the city. One of the calls was from Angela Wilson’s husband, Mike, who is the Assistant Special Agent in Charge of the FBI’s New York Office. Pat dialed Mike’s cell phone.
    “Mike Wilson.”
    “Hi Mike, it’s Pat O’Connor.”
    “How’s the Chief of D’s?”
    “I’m good, Mike, but covered up.” 
    “I know. Pat. Angie has been gone all weekend, serving the real love of her life, the NYPD.” 
    “Yep, and I appreciate you sharing her with us.”
    “No problem, Pat. The reason I called is that I was wondering if there is anything the FBI could do to help?”
    “Just getting as much information out as possible will help. We’ve still not located Tony’s car or cell phones.”
    “Do you have someone to work the phones?”
    “Yea, my guys on the Marshal’s Task Force are getting it done.”
    “I should’ve known. I won’t hold you up, because I know you’re busy. If you need anything, please reach out to us.”
    “I will, and maybe ask your guys to hit up their informants and see if anything is out there. I appreciate the call, Mike.”
    “We’re in this business together, my friend.”
    Pat was usually disgusted with most FBI Agents’ lack of street savvy and inexperience, but Mike Wilson was an exception, and a stand up guy to boot. 

     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 8
     
    Sunday, April 4-Day 3
    NYPD Press Room-One Police Plaza
    Borough of Manhattan, New York
    1000 Hours
     
     
    The press room at One Police Plaza was packed with reporters and cameras. Pat was in a conference room with Police Commissioner Longstreet and the four-star Chief of Department, Charles Abernathy. Chief Abernathy had over forty years on the job and was sharply dressed in his four-star dress blues. His silver hair made him look very distinguished in the uniform. The commissioner approached Pat.
    “Patty, what do you have for me?”
    “I’m afraid not a lot. We’re working fast, but we really have little more than we did yesterday morning. I’ve got a lot of irons in the fire. We’ve put together a task force, got a tip line up and are hitting the streets with flyers.”
    “So, what are we going to tell the vultures in that room?”
    “I’ll say exactly what I choose to say, Commissioner. I’ll give them a brief statement, get some contact information out, and we’ll leave without answering any questions.”
    “You must be dreaming, Patty. They’ll run me out of town as police commissioner if we don’t give them more.” 
    “No disrespect meant, but we should worry about catching the perp who did this, instead of trying to cover our political asses.”
    “Now wait a minute, Patrick.” Abernathy interjected.
    “Treat the commissioner with some respect!”  
    Pat had a difficult relationship with Chief Abernathy at best. He was a career uniformed cop with no investigative