Where the Sun Sets
Chapter 21
Harold arrived at Tweed-New Haven Airport just as the sun was setting. There
was a chill in the air but he never felt it. A cab ride to the police station was
all that was on his mind. And once inside the cab, all he could do was reminisce
about the past.
The view of New Haven, through the window of the cab was a site to behold, or
would have been for anyone else. Harold could only see Antonia. He imagined what
she would look like laying in the hospital. How many times had she been shot? He
could not remember. His heart hurt for her. He was not going to let her down
again. He would stay by her side until this evil was removed from her life or he
would die trying.
His arrival at the precinct was anything but eventful. Harold was pushed to the
side as the discovery of a murder victim was the buzz of the evening. Harold stood
back in the shadows and watched with amazement. The rush attached to the latest
event was overwhelming. It wasn't until the name Dal Santo came up that he came to
his senses and remembered where he was and why he was there. Walking over to the
closest desk, he inquired as to the whereabouts of Lieutenant Barsky. "Sorry sir,
you just missed her, she went home for the evening."
"I was told she would...that she often stayed well into the evening."
"Yes sir, that is correct. However she wasn't feeling well. Of course now with
the death of Bernie, perhaps she might be back."
"Bernie?"
"You're not from around here, are you sir?"
"No. No I am not. I came in to see the Lieutenant about Antonia Dal Santo."
Harold pulled out his identification.
"Chief Inspector? Sorry to keep you waiting sir. Had I known I would have…"
"No need to explain, I would like however to speak with someone. Anyone
involved with Ms. Dal Santo's shooting."
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