The Emerald Avenger held up the com-plete list of all the corrupt officers. Strange, he thought he’d find more than sixty. Over ninety-five percent of the cops were on the up and up.
Zolgron smiled. “There, now was that so hard? It only took three weeks.”
“Okay, now I know so I can, um . . . . What am I supposed to do with all this?”
“First, delete the non-corrupt profiles; it’ll allow you to think clearer.”
The Emerald Avenger closed his eyes and envisioned tossing the good cops’ financial records in a trash can. He struck an imaginary match and lit the fantasy trash can on fire. His headache fled, like he’d taken off a five ton hat. “Oh, what a rush.”
He searched through the sixty remaining profiles. “Let’s start with Gordon and Wilson. They allowed themselves to be knocked out so that Marco could kill the Reverend Jones.”
Zolgron smiled. “They’re splitting be-tween them the mortgage payment on a fish-ing cabin, a couple hours from here. We could use that.”
The Emerald Avenger whistled. “Hey, you’re right. If we can’t get them for the crime they did commit, maybe we can get them for one they didn’t commit.”
Continued Next Tuesday.