Chapter 24: The Main Death

The Main Death The captain told me Hacken and Begg were handling the job. I caught them leaving the detectives’ assembly room. Begg was a freckled heavyweight, as friendly as a Saint Bernard puppy, but less intelligent. Lanky detective-sergeant Hacken, not so playful, carried the team’s brains behind his worried hatchet face. “In a hurry?” I inquired. “Always in a hurry when we’re quitting for the day,” Begg said, his freckles climbing up his face to make room for his grin. “What do …