Within that building, Michael McGinty, a Catholic priest and a New York City Police chaplain stood stolidly amidst a group of soon to be NYPD Academy graduates. He was holding court, as he liked to call it. Although the actual Academy was located in Queens Borough, for some reason a police official had decided to have the graduation in Manhattan.
Maeve had gone to get her laptop computer and returned almost immediately with it. Her expression was also one of disbelief. “Look at the expression on that bastard’s face.” Nick said. “He knows what he’s doing. That Sonuva bitch is guilty. That’s the kind of shit that makes our job so freakin’ hard.” “Why?” was Mike’s only response. “There’s gonna be a whole lot of deep shit over this.” Nick replied. “We are going to get this crap shoved down our throats Mike. You mark my words. We are in for it.” Mike glanced sideways at his friend. He nodded, but did not reply. The News Announcer stared straight ahead, unflinchingly, at the cameras.
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