Parnell by Matthew C. Funk
I brought Parnell Urquhart in once; the time he ate the teacher. New Orleans put the sun right on us that day. Even the tar sweat. The SWAT guys stacked outside Parnell’s shotgun house were floating behind their goggles. Narco served the warrant. Me and my partner, Hakk. We knocked with five M4 carbine barrels […]
Figured Out by Matthew C. Funk
Davis thought he had it all figured out. He told me that the first time we met. I was trying to pin his stunted buddy C-Note for pushing rock on the Carver Junior High playground. Davis was trying to avoid flipping on a pal he’d known since reusable diapers. “Don’t worry about me, Detective Jurgis, […]
Missionary by Matthew C. Funk
I first tried to save Betsy before the storm. It was five years and a lifetime ago. I was rookie Patrol. A real missionary. I was going to save the world. Betsy was 11. She was still a baby then. We both were. We met in the back room of a routine crack house raid […]
Nothing To Say by Matthew C. Funk
They pull her out of the Industrial Canal, her eyes swollen out and all over me. I get a chill like the Mississippi water was pouring out of my throat rather than hers. I can’t say anything. There’s nothing to be said to her now. “Fucking horrible,” says one of the patrolmen. The winch sets […]