"Male. 6'2. Russian origin. Hammer and sickle tattoo on his chest. Notorious for working with the RCU' Chief began to go into more detail about this man.

 "He's our man" Chief says "we must get him behind bars, before its to late" 

Chase stood up. He he spread out his hands and smashed them on the table causing Chiefs pen cup to fall on the floor "It's all ready to late chief, the bomb went off people died" Chases voice began to get louder and he got loser to Chiefs face. "We can't turn back time so can we please just..."

"We have NO evidence" Chief stared Chase down till he was back in his seat "We cannot just go on our instinctive nature here Chase. This is a careful situation not just an ordinary chump. We need cold hard evidence. 

Chief looked over to me. I could see in his eyes he wanted backup, Chase mirrored this look.

"Jobbs" sighed Chase "got any imput?"

I got out of my dark corner, tipped my had up, walked up to the Chiefs wooden table, put out my cigarette on his empty ash tray and I looked chase straight in the eye.

"We. Ain't. Dirty. Cops."

Chase stood up, walked to the door.

"You two are making a HUGE mistake."

He walked out the door as me and the Chief shared a look of empathy.