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but knew he would only toss and turn with everything going through his mind.
    After showering and dressing, Pat sat down in his study with a strong cup of coffee. He noticed a message light blinking on his phone and played the message. “Hello Pat, this is Caroline Rodriguez. I was wondering if you could make some remarks at Tony’s service. I know he would have wanted that. The funeral will be on Tuesday at the St. Joseph Cathedral in Brooklyn at 1:00 pm. The wake is tomorrow night. You can call and confirm, if you get a chance, or I’m sure I’ll see you at the wake.” He grabbed a legal pad and jotted down the information. He then started to write down questions on the same pad.
    “Why was Tony killed?
    Where was Tony killed?
    When was Tony killed?
    Where is Tony’s car?
    Where is Tony’s gun?
    Where is Tony’s cell phone?
    Who would have wanted Tony dead?
    Who would have the motive, means and opportunity to have killed him?
    Where did he eat those blue tortilla chips?
    Who and what was Tony investigating?
    What will forensics tell us?
    Do we need to do more with the media?
    Do we need to raise the reward?
    What are we missing?”
    Pat looked at the clock, and it was 0645 hours. Dickie Davis would be there in 15 minutes. He stuck the notes in his briefcase. Pat finished dressing and walked out downstairs as Dickie pulled up in the Chrysler.
    “Good morning, Chief.”
    “You too, is there anything going on?”
    “Nothing major. I have the crime summaries for you to read on the way in to the office.”
    “Thanks, that’ll save me a little precious time. Over 35,000 cops in this city, and we can’t get a decent break in this case.”
    “Think positive, boss. We should get something to work on today.”
    “I appreciate it, Dickie. We have Tony Rodriguez’s wake tonight. I’m certain it’ll be packed.”
    “I’m sure it will be, Chief, as it should be, for one of New York’s Finest.”

     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 10
     
    Monday, April 5-Day 4
    Police Commissioner’s Office-One Police Plaza
    Borough of Manhattan, New York
    0730 Hours
     
     
    Pat O’Connor had just settled behind his big desk, checking emails and voice messages, when his private line rang.
    “Patrick O’Connor.”
    “Pat, this is Longstreet. I need you in my office as soon as possible.”
    “Yes sir, I’ll be right there.”
    Pat slipped his jacket on and headed upstairs to the commissioner’s office. Walking into the commissioner’s suite of offices, his secretary immediately spoke. “Go on in, Chief O’Connor, he’s expecting you.”
    “Thanks.”
    Pat walked into the cavernous office, and was glad to see that he and the commissioner were alone.
    “Thanks for coming, Patty. I’m worried about this Rodriguez case. The newspapers are wearing this office out. They have all but accused us of covering up something. We’re just not putting out enough information to quell their uneasiness. I know you like to play it safe, but I’ve gotten calls from the mayor, and he wants us to put out more information.”
    “There are a lot of things that we don’t know right now, but by the end of the day we may have more. We should have phone tolls, and hopefully, we can find his car. I just don’t want to screw this case up to appease some jack ass politician. If we told them everything, they still wouldn’t know much, but our killer would know that we are clueless. That would be a bad thing.”
    “I can give you till Wednesday morning at the latest. Tony’s wake is tonight, and his funeral is tomorrow.  That’ll give them something to report on for the next couple of days. Understand, Patty, that by Wednesday morning, we’ll have to give the lions a little meat.”
    “Thanks, Commissioner. We won’t let you down.”
    Pat walked toward the door and looked back at the commissioner.
    “Do you think that when old Teddy Roosevelt was commissioner, he had days like this?”
    “He didn’t have to worry so much about