Tony needed to move quickly, all is things were stuffed in clear plastic garbage bags, dozens of them, along with suitcases and random kitchen objects not yet packed, still sitting on a table that needed moving. He was tall, mild mannered, spoke quietly, looked you straight in the eyes as he talked. Marvin and myself shuffled the clear plastic bags into the van. I noticed NYPD jackets, shoes, hats, mugs, and pictures of cops smiling hidden beneath civilian cloths and piles of objects randomly packed in a chaotic mess.
He wore a hat that looked like hats under cover cops where. It went well with his Yankees coat that looked suspiciously cop like when worn with the hat. The last objects placed in the van were a few old prints of paintings, a framed picture of what looked Tony hauling a man to prison in hand cuffs, and some medals. After we packed everything in the van Tony looked me and Marvin in the eyes and asked if we were finished and ready to go. He was sizing us up, figuring if he could trust a couple guys and a van with his life stuffed in bags
As we drove away, Marvin driving, me in the back seat talking on the phone, and Tony in the passenger seat, I asked him if he was a Cop. Tony said he was a retired homicide detective, on the force twenty years before retiring while pursuing an unsolved case. It was the first unsolved case of his career, he explained while trailing off and gazing into the windshield, clearly tortured by the case. Changing the subject he asked Marvin and I what we did when we weren't moving, distracting us from the unsolved case. Marvin told him all about his singing, jazz, performance career, I told him I solve cases.
I went back to the subject of homicide as quickly as possible. I asked Tony what the case was about. He broke down his shield of silence and told me a bag with chopped up body parts was found in the subway tunnels. It was stuffed in an MTA transit worker bag. Only 15 bags were made of this kind for this particular subway station. He was convinced it was a homicidal transit worker. He explained the case was closed because there wasn't enough evidence to go after anyone in particular. I asked him if it could be a random person that happened to find a transit worker bag, murdered the victim in an unidentified location, chopped the subject into pieces at his home, and than threw the bag in the subway tunnel on his way out of town?..
Tony said no way. The murderer would have to be a transit worker because after one murders someone, the perpetrator always dumps the body in a familiar place. A safe place. If one wasn't familiar with a subway tunnel, one wouldn't dump a dead cut up body their. ne would need to feel comfortable dumping the body.
At that point we were stuck in traffic, apparently being blocked in by some undercover cops in an unmarked car. Tony got out of the van, flashed an old badge, told them he was a retired homicide detective and needed us to move him quickly. The undercover cops let us go ahead of them in traffic.. We moved Tony successfully and possibly solved the case.