Detective Frank Morrison looked up from his desk after taking the last sip of coffee from his mug. “Shit,” he said.
“What’s the matter?” asked his partner, Jimmy McGraw, who was sitting in the desk opposite Morrison’s.
“It’s Grossman,” Morrison answered, just as ADA Howard Grossman approached their desks.
“Nice collar last night, guys,” Grossman said to the two detectives.
“I hear a ‘but’ coming,” Morrison said. “Is something bothering you?”
“Matter of fact, detective, there is something bothering me,” Grossman said. “Why?”
“Why what?” asked McGraw.”
“He wants to know why the perp killed the victim,” Morrison said.
Grossman leaned over and put both of his hands on Morrison’s desk. “Exactly. He had to have a reason for doing what he did. Why’d he kill him?”
“Who cares why he did it? McGraw asked. “We know what he did and how he did it and when he did it. Ain’t that enough?”
“What he’s suggesting, Jimmy, is that there are holes,” Morrisey responded.
“Gaping holes,” Grossman said. “Unreliable witnesses. No known connection to the vic. No murder weapon. I need more to make this stick.”
“Sheesh,” moaned McGraw. “The guy has no alibi and we found him just 100 yards from the crime scene with blood stains on his clothing. It’s open and shut.”
Morrison sighed. “He’s looking for motive, Jimmy.”
“That’s exactly what I need,” said Grossman. “Motive.”
Written for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “motive,” from Linda G. Hill.