A Case Too Far

I breathed in the salty night air from the pier, an apparent hot spot for my currently missing man. I looked around, even gazing out into the inky black waves. The man had only been missing for a week or two. Had he drank too much at the local pub and fallen into the waves?

My thoughts were interrupted by a husky, smoke mared voice cutting through the night. That deep, Italian voice I know all so well. "What brings you out here at this hour, Dot?"

It was Al Rosetti, the head detective of the police, the boys who should actually be handling what I do. Overall, he was a limp dicked greaseball.

"A gal can't take a walk by the water in this city anymore?" I ask, playing dumb.

"Not when that gal was cut from the **** for a good reason, yet still finds herself nosing her way where she doesn't belong, Dot." He retorted. It took every part of me not to sock him in the jaw. I'd hardly call being run off for liking other women "a good reason".

"Well maybe if your boys on the **** actually did their job and weren't all crooked, I wouldn't need to keep this up. And don't call me Dot, Al." I fired back.

"What did you just say, you fucking dyke?!" Al hissed angrily and started to pull out his pistol, but his partner stopped him. Not for my sake, but because killing me would be a ton of paperwork. "Just stay out of our fuckin way, got it? We're the cops here. You're just some bitch in a suit." He said as the two dirty cops walked off.

This city is a large place, but I doubt that Al and a goon of his just happened to be here where a possible unfaithful husband frequented to try and spook me off. There had to be a reason. Maybe this wasn't as simple as a case of adultery after all.

A suspension that was only raised when I saw a fallen matchbook. I knew all too well where it was from too. A local mob run joint. Being the daughter of a former enforcer of theirs, they might be more willing to talk to me than if some other gumshoe came in asking too many questions. I knew where I needed to go next.