manhattan. the upper east side, east 59th to 96th.
curran, that fuckin' noodlehead. he probably wrote her up for letting her dog dump on rockefeller's doorstep.
bet your ass.  i give you six weeks before you're back on the beat, keegan, they got no room for hero cops.
hey, am i supportive, or what?
well, there you are.  i'll come 'round in the car from time to time so you can get some sleep. just keep the shades pulled.
thanks for the coffee.