What Life Throws at You

Kind of funny what life throws your way. Some times fate can be a fickle bitch. My name is Rick Tyler and I'm a cop. Well, detective actually. At least I was until 30 seconds ago. I dropped my badge and gun on the desk of the idiot that pretended to be my boss. Baker looked at me with distain. We had disagreed on almost everything and I was tired of his bullshit and politics.

"We got files and cases backing up. What am I supposed to do now Tyler? "

I shrugged," I guess you could go fuck yourself." and I was gone. I didn't need this crap. I sold my dad's company for eight million dollars after he died. I only stayed working to keep boredom from sinking in. If Baker had any ability and people skills at all, I'd still be doing the job I thought was entertaining.

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Four months later, my old job was starting to look pretty good. An old buddy of mine from the 8th precinct gave me a buzz. "Ricky boy, What's shaking?" Shane Beal's name popped up on my caller ID.

"Not too much Shane. You know, living the good life. Heard that Baker got caught on the take."

He laughed." Did you know that a bomb took his car out with him in it. Guess the mob didn't like the idea of him squealing." Shane had no use for Baker either.

"Damn. That's a shame. That was a nice car!"

He laughed again. "Heard that the brass was looking for someone to fill his shoes, Ricky."

"Sorry Shane. Still don't like department politics."

"Kinda figured you'd say that." There was a pause. " If you ain't too busy I was wondering if you could look into a missing person's case for me? It's a little cold."

This intrigued me. "I thought you were on Major Case Shane? What does this MP have to do with you?"

"The vic's name is Lee Dumont. He was a accountant for a firm that dealt with the Pascorelli family. Supposedly his car that went over a cliff and into the ocean up state. It was 2 yrs ago and his death was ruled a accident."