THE HEARING
Chapter One
Next to Lieutenant Abraham Glitsky's bed, the telephone
rang with a muted insistence.
A widower, Glitsky lived in an upper duplex unit
with his youngest son Orel and a housekeeper/nanny
named Rita. During his wife's illness, he'd deadened the
phone's ringer so that it wouldn't wake anyone else in the
house when, as often occurred, it rang in the middle of
the night.
He located the source of the noise in the dark and
picked up the receiver, whispering hoarsely. "Glitsky.
What?"
Surfacing slowly into consciousness, he didn't really
have to ask. He was the head of San Francisco's homicide
detail. When he got calls in the dead dark, they did
not tend to be salespeople inquiring about his satisfaction
with his long-distance service provider. It was
nearly two hours past midnight on Monday, the first day
of February, and the city had produced only two homicides
thus far this year-a slow month. In spite of that,
Glitsky spent no time, ever, wondering if his job was going
to dry up.
The caller wasn't the police dispatcher but one of his
inspectors, Ridley Banks, ... read full excerpt from The Hearing ebook
