The Executioner

Fourteen

The wind had strengthened, and Doctor Winston pulled the collar of his suit blazer tighter around his neck before cocking a questioning eyebrow at the captain. ‘We?’

‘He’s right, captain.’ Hunter smiled. ‘From midnight tonight, you’re a retired man. You don’t have to worry anymore.’

‘Your work here is done, my son,’ Doctor Winston said in a low, Darth Vader-like voice.

‘It’s gotta feel good, hasn’t it?’

The captain gave Hunter an unconvincing smile. ‘Force of habit, I guess. I’ve given fifty years of my life to law-enforcement agencies in this city. It’s not something I can drop overnight, but I’ll get there.’

Hunter saw straight through the captain’s brave face. He was sad to be leaving.

‘So what’re you gonna do with your life now that you don’t have to worry about catching criminals anymore?’ Doctor Winston asked.

‘Beth wants to move.’

‘Really? Where to?’

‘Somewhere far away from here. She’s had enough of this city and I don’t blame her. LA has gotten too violent.’

‘I can vouch for that,’ Doctor Winston agreed. ‘As the years go by, what we see down at the morgue just gets more gruesome and sadistic. It’s like there’s no respect for life anymore. And the numbers are rising. We can barely keep up with our daily workload.’

Hunter quickly saw the need for a change of subject. ‘Maybe you won’t miss LA.’ He turned towards Captain Bolter. ‘But I know you’re gonna miss us.’

‘Like a hole in the head,’ he replied, puffing on his cigar.

They all laughed.

‘At least the new captain is a lot better looking than I am.’

‘That wouldn’t be hard,’ Hunter joked. ‘So, are you finally gonna end this goddamn mystery about who the new captain is?’

‘They don’t know it yet?’ Doctor Winston asked, biting his bottom lip.

‘Do you?’ Hunter asked, surprised.

‘Uh-huh.’

Hunter pinned Captain Bolter with a hawk-sharp gaze.

‘Don’t gimme that pissed-off housewife look,’ Captain Bolter said derisively. ‘I get enough of that at home, plus I wanted it to be a surprise.’ His grin made Hunter squint with a new worry.

‘Oh, she’ll surprise them alright,’ Doctor Winston laughed.

‘She?’ Hunter looked from one man to the other.

Captain Bolter held the suspense before conceding. ‘Her name’s Barbara Blake.’

‘You are kidding me, right?’ Hunter leaned back against the beechwood table.

‘Why? Because she’s a woman?’ the captain asked with a frown.

‘No, because her name’s Barbara. Are you telling me that the RHD will have Captain Barbie from now on?’

‘Ooh, don’t ever call her Barbie.’ Doctor Winston shook his head.

‘Definitely not,’ Captain Bolter added. ‘Unless you’ve grown tired of your balls. Don’t let the fact that she’s a woman fool you, Robert. She’s a great captain and a vicious bitch when she needs to be. She’s proven it many times. We were partners for two years before she asked to be transferred to Sacramento.’

Hunter detected sadness in the captain’s voice. ‘Just work partners?’ he asked as he finished the last of his single malt.

‘Don’t even think about psychoanalyzing me, Robert. Not anymore.’ Captain Bolter shook his head and pointed his cigar at Hunter.

‘Wouldn’t dream of it.’

‘There you are, captain.’ Lieutenant Sheldon appeared at the door. ‘They’re calling for you. It’s speech time. And we all wanna know who’s taking over. No more suspense.’

‘I guess not.’

Hunter didn’t follow them in.