New York Chief of Detectives by Gary Hastings

Chief of Department Charles Abernathy was walking in. Chief Abernathy could tell that Longstreet was frustrated.
    “The last time I checked, I’m the five-star Police Commissioner of the largest police department in the United States, and I just had my ass chewed out by my three-star Chief of Detectives.” 
    “If you want me to nail him, I will, Boss. Pat O’Connor is not untouchable.”
    “No, don’t say a word to him. The truth of the matter is that Pat’s right, and he’s one of the few people at One PP who knows how to stay focused. He doesn’t care who gets in the way. He stays on track and isn’t even fazed by the politics of this city. He’ll catch this killer, I’m certain, if the rest of us can stay out of his way. He is the best Chief of Detectives we’ve had in a long while, and he knows it. I must admit I trust him.”
    “You and I both trust him, but he’s a pain in the ass.”

After discreetly listening outside the commissioner’s door, Pat smiled, walked back to his office, and asked Angie Wilson to come in.
    “Hello, Chief. How did it go with the commissioner?” Angie asked.
    “About like I expected, but I still have a job.”
    “How can I help you?”
    “Is Mike in town?”
    “Yes, he’s working.”
    “Would you call him and see if he can make some time for me this afternoon?”
    “Sure. Any particular time?”
    “The sooner the better!”

     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 18
     
    Wednesday, April 7-Day 6
    Office of the Federal Bureau of Investigation
    Borough of Manhattan, New York
    1500 Hours
     
     
    The New York office of the FBI is located less than a half mile from One Police Plaza. Situated beside Thomas Payne Park, it would be an easy walk. However, Pat O’Connor opted to have Dickie Davis drive him over, in case there was a break in the case. Assistant Special Agent in Charge, Mike Wilson had agreed to meet him at 1500 hours. Pat walked in alone and approached the security checkpoint manned by uniformed FBI Police Officers. These officers provide security for the FBI Building and have police powers on federal property. An officer spoke to Pat.
    “Sir, how may I help you?”
    Pat flashed his shield and credentials.
    “I’m Patrick O’Connor, NYPD Chief of Detectives, here to see ASAC Mike Wilson.” 
    Pat was directed to walk through the magnetometers, which immediately sounded an alarm.
    “Sir, are you armed?”
    “Of course I’m armed!” 
    Several of the uniformed officers surrounded Pat. The original officer looked directly at Pat.
    “This is a federal facility, and only federal officers are allowed to carry weapons in this building.” 
    “The last time I checked, we’re still in the City of New York and I am the NYPD Chief of Detectives, but if you insist, I’m also a federal officer!”
    Pat reached in his suit pocket, pulled out a black leather credentials case and handed it to the annoying officer. Opening it, he saw a silver circled star badge and credentials identifying Patrick O’Connor as a Special Deputy United States Marshal. The officer showed his obvious frustration and let out a deep sigh,
    “What is this? I thought you worked for the NYPD.”
    “I do, but a number of the personnel assigned to me serve on various federal task forces and are cross-sworn federally. As their boss, I’m also cross-sworn as a U. S. Marshal. Now will you please have your ASAC come to the lobby?”
    “Yes sir, but do you know I could have arrested you for passing through that metal detector carrying a weapon?”
    “Funny officer, that you mention the word arrest. I have a question for you. Have you ever arrested anyone before? Now don’t lie to me, because I know you FBI types are honest.”
    The officer was speechless.
    “I didn’t think so, and I doubt seriously if you’re going to arrest me. Next time, just ask me if I’m armed. I promise I’ll tell you.”
    Mike Wilson walked up and greeted Pat.
    “Good afternoon, Chief, it’s good to see you. Having a