Chicago Warriors: On The Mend

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It was great to be home. Beth and I spent more time together than we ever had in the past. She took vacation time from work while I was recovering.

Our relationship seemed almost brand new-different in a way-almost like we were newlyweds. We recognized that we came very close to losing the bond that He had blessed when we got married.

The last two weeks of the summer semester came to an end. I had no trouble in maintaining the course work and taking the finals. My life was getting back on track in the face of what could have easily been a disaster. Although I had never doubted my faith in the past, this incident had reinforced everything that I believed in. My love for the Lord grew even stronger, as was my dedication to serve Him in every way.

I had my final evaluation scheduled with Dr. Grossman in two days. My strength had returned, and although I had adhered to what he told me to do as far as not working out and running, I was out walking every day-three to four miles.
My friend Mac had gone back to work, another miracle. They offered him the day shift, but Mac turned them down, wanting to be back with his old crew. I was looking forward to tomorrow; Beth had arranged to have Mac, Shirley, and Marilyn come over for a barbeque. It would be good to see all of my old friends again.

"Beth, what's on the menu for tomorrow," I asked.
She was busy preparing things already. "All-American babe-hot dogs and hamburgers, baked beans, cole slaw, and for your partner, turkey burgers."
I gave her a big hug. "Did I ever tell you how glad I am that I married you?"

"Yes Pete, so many times that I've lost count."
"Well, I'm telling you again-I love you!"
Planting a big kiss on me, she said "I love you too honey."

The doorbell rang. "Who could that be," I wondered out loud. I took a look out the front window and saw Det. Latarski on the front porch.

I opened the door, "Sanela, how are you?"
"I'm fine Pete. I hope that I'm not interrupting, but I wanted to fill you in on a few things that you need to know about before you read it in the papers."
"Come in... Beth, its Sanela Latarski."

Beth came in to welcome her. "How are you today detective, and to what do we owe this honor?"
We made our way into the kitchen; Beth prepared coffee for all of us.

"Our investigation is almost complete. Officer Rosato is about to be suspended and indicted, so it's only right that you hear it from me before it's all over the news."
"Well, I kind of figured that would be the case," I said, "but it's nice of you to inform us before the fact."
"Neither my lieutenant, nor myself think that it will go to trial based on the watershed of evidence that we have against him, but if we do go you know that you'll have to testify."

"I know that, and as much as I dislike having to testify against a fellow police officer, when I put it in the context of what he's done it leaves me no choice."
Sanela nodded, "You're absolutely right Pete. I must tell you though that I find it very admirable that you have never made any disparaging remarks about Rosato, even though he tried to kill you. Most other guys would be out for revenge, or at least be cussing him up one side and down the other."

"I'm not like that," I said. "I'm not the one that will judge Sal, either here on earth or in the next life."
"Amen Pete. Thanks for the coffee Beth, and Pete, thank you for being the type of cop that you are. You're truly an inspiration for many of us on the department. When are you going back to work? You look fit and ready for duty to me."

"Hopefully in a couple of days," I replied. "Just between us, I can't wait. I've missed the job."
She made her way to the front door. "Well good luck on getting released. Incidentally, Marilyn and I are good friends; I know that she wouldn't mind me telling you this, but she is really pleased about the two of you working on the Tac Team together-she can't wait for your return either."

"Thanks Sanela, the feeling is mutual. She's a good cop."
Latarski waved good-bye, got into her department vehicle and drove off.

Beth turned to me and said, "Pete, we are truly blessed, we have so much...our marriage, families, friends, and good jobs. I need to do something to give back. Tomorrow I'm going over to Queen's to talk with Father Mike and see if I can help out with the Catechism classes. It would probably involve one night per week, plus a couple of hours on Sunday mornings. Do you mind?"

I gave her a hug, "How can I mind? You're doing the Lord's work. He's been good to us babe, and we need to return the favor."

"Thanks hon. Now I've got to go out to the store and pick up a couple more items for the barbeque tomorrow."
"Not without me you're not...I need to spend as much time with you as I can. I'll never take you for granted again."

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John Wills spent 2 years in the U.S. Army before serving 12 years with the Chicago Police Department (CPD). He left the CPD to become an FBI Special Agent, working organized crime, violent crime, and drugs.  John Wills is an author of Chicago Warriors: Midnight Battles in the Windy City published by TotalRecallPress.com

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