Contemplation with Gun, Snake and Cigar
The case had ended as well as anyone could have hoped and maybe even better than expected. Weeks of sleuthing, backstairs interrogations, broken fingers and burnt feet. It had all led to a warehouse and the Khlarsky brothers and a barrel of bullets. The detectives had help; the 7th precinct, who'd dumped the mess on them in the first place, showed up on time and in full force. There were four Khlarskys, but there were twenty cops and all of them had guns and in the end there were only two Khlarskys. One officer had been hurt when he hit his head on the door frame. They had confiscated over a thousand francs in cash and five hundred more in stolen goods; more than enough to go around.
As soon as the birds were stowed in their cages the lawmen all decided pretty much at once that they should celebrate, hard. So the whole precinct and the two detectives, Donovan and Jack Warricky by name, made their