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Officer Walsh nods.  The two men depart from where they’re standing. “Officer McCormick. Come here.  I need you.”  Detective Bianchi, Jr. commands.

 

    “Yes, sir.”  Officer McCormick walks from the one corner of the yellow taped off section towards where Detective Bianchi, Jr. is standing.

 

    “I want Detective Antunes de Alencar for composite sketching.  He’s at Parsippany Police Department, he’s there tonight. Please contact him for us.  I just sent Officer Walsh to his sisters’ home. I need any notes that you may have as well. We’re going to get this Son of a Bitch!”  Detective Bianchi, Jr. angered instructs. 

 

    Officer McCormick nods, “Sure thing.  Will do Detective.”  Officer McCormick departs to radio in for Detective Antunes de Alencar to be contacted and for him to contact Detective Bianchi, Jr. for a composite sketch tonight.

 

    Detective Bianchi, Jr. makes his way back into Sammy’s.  He enters. Patty, Sammy, Ben and Mr. Sargenti are seated, looking a glum and bewildered. ‘Hey folks.  Thank you for sticking around.”

 

    “Any word on Sean?”  Patty inquires.
 

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