"He's not at his office, and he's not home." Craig was crafting a perfect shamrock shape into the head of a pint of Guinness. "He was in earlier, but he left. Didn't say where he was going." It was still early, not much of a crowd. Faye sat down at the end of the bar and sighed. "Jack's not on the case anymore," Craig said. "What?" "They suspended him today." Faye felt incredulous, shocked. "Sus why?" Craig pointed to the TV. "Just watch. Here it comes again." It was the six o'clock news. "The Triangle case," the newscaster kept saying. "Three ritual murders in a week." The case had blown, and it had blown bad. The news made it look like it was the police department's fault the murders had been committed, and now some man named Gentzel was passing the buck to Jack. "Captain Cordesman has been suspended from active duty," the man said as they flashed a picture of Jack, "pending successful completion of the county alcohol program. Unfortunately he was assigned the case before his superiors knew he had a problem." "Pretty low-rent, huh?" Craig suggested.
