Kidnapped

The cop stared at the two jittery women sitting across from him. One of them had just given her statement and was filing paperwork. It was the early hours of the morning, so the station was almost cleared out.

It wouldn’t be the first time someone would come to the station with a story or a report about the mafia. He had suggested that they keep their dealings under wraps as best as they possibly could. He was quite infuriated that he had to handle yet another of their matters, this time an escaped captive who knew so much about them, including their names. Normally, he would have picked up his phone and begun mouthing off to the guy he usually spoke to in the family, but this matter concerned Orlando, and he knew better than to lose his temper.

The mafia already had the police in their palm long before he joined the police force or rose to his rank, but Orlando made certain the police allegiance to the family was sealed. He dug up dirt on whoever had dirt, danglin