Dwayne stepped through the condo door and dumped his raincoat on the floor. Monica hated it when he did that, but he just didn’t have the energy to give a crap.
He reconsidered when his wife stuck her head out of the kitchen and gave him the look. A heavy sigh escaped as he stooped over to retrieve the wet garment and hang it up.
She picked up on the signal right away. “Hard day?”, she asked as she ducked back inside to check on dinner.
Dwayne followed her into the room, grabbing a beer from the fridge. “Spent most of the day talking to internal Affairs,” he answered.
Monica spun around and fixed him with a stern look. “About what?”, she asked.
The cop shook his head, reluctant to say more. But she knew all too well what that meant.
“They’re asking about Mazula, aren’t they?” She did a poor job disguising the joy in her voice. “Are they finally going to nail that little psycho?”
“Mon…”, Dwayne said, a warning tone in his voice. He really didn’t want to have this argument again. “He’s my partner and my friend.”
“He’s a loose cannon and a nutball,” she retorted. “The city would be far better off without idiots like that running around with guns. He’s going to get you killed, like he got Chavez killed.”
Dwayne sighed again, “He didn’t get Chavez killed, and you know it.”
“Sure”, she sneered. “So he says. Because guys like him would admit if they gotten their partner killed. What’s the scuzball done to get IA interested in him?”
“Not sure. Probably has to do with what happened at the riot. But they asked a lot of questions about the Gianellis and the other mob families. Whether I’d ever seen him talking with people like that. Asked what I knew about the police psychiatrist he sees too.”
“And you told them?”, she asked.
“That I don’t know anything about that,” he replied.
“And do you?”, she asked, looking skeptical.
“Even if I did, I wouldn’t be telling an IA stiff anything about it.” Dwayne took a swig from his beer.
She looked at him hard. “Just don’t go sticking your neck too far out. I don’t want you going down with him when he finally frags it all up.”
Dwayne waved non-commitally and wandered into the family room. Ashley and Connor were lying on the floor watching the trid.
“DADDY!”, the kids cried, rushing over to give him a hug.
Dwayne hugged them tightly, carefully balancing his beer. “Just a second, okay? Daddy just has to make one important call, and I can come back to play.”