Detective Kowalsky starred up from his backgammon board at the man who had just spoken to him. It wasn’t every day that he received visitors, and never unexpectedly like this.
“Yes, I’m Curtis Kowalsky,” he replied. “Who wants to know?”
“I’m Detective Lieutenant Bridges, and I’d like to ask you about one of your old cases, Detective.”
“Why? Someone trying to overturn a conviction or something?”
“No Sir, nothing like that. It’s about one of your ‘unsolveds.’ We have one that’s come up that’s similar,” Bridges replied.
“Which one?” the old detective queried.
“The Delano Case,” the younger policeman responded.
Kowalsky turned pale for a moment, then looked around the day room. Seeing a nurse he waved her over.
“Milly, be a dear and help me to my room, and don’t start to ramble on about rules, but this man is going to accompany us there. This is police business.”
Mr. Curt, you know . . . ”
“Not a word of it Milly. Please, just do what I ask.”
She relented and helped the aged detective into his walking frame, and then escorted him and Bridges to his room.
“A half hour, no more. Do you understand?” she said.
“Yes -yes an hour!” Kowalsky replied. “And shut the door behind you.”
Milly shook her head, started to say something, and then departed.
“That case,” Kowalsky said, when she had left. “That case ruined my life.”
“I’m sorry to have to bring it up then, Detective Kowalsky.” Bridges said apologetically. “It is important to though, I’m afraid.”
“Just call me Curt, and let’s get on with it,” the old man said drawing in a deep breath.