“It might be. But this is the weird part,” Wallace said. He looked around and lowered his voice. “I’m pretty sure I’ve seen it before. On a couple of our men in the locker room. One of the guys tried to cover it up, but I’m certain that it was the same medallion. You don’t see many guys wearing medallions these days, you know?”

“You’ve obviously never worked in New York,” Jensen said. He put a hand on Wallace’s shoulder. “Good job. Now put everything together in a nice, neat report, and hand it in to me by tomorrow morning. You hear me?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” Jensen said. They reached the ambulance. “Now let me do my job.”

Wallace scampered away.

Jensen grabbed one of the EMTs and pulled him aside. “What’s the deal with Grandma?”

“We finally got her to lie down. She was pretty wound up,” the EMT said. “Not that I blame her, after what she’s just been through.”

“Heard she got shot.”

“Yeah. The bullet went right through. Whoever pulled the trigger must have been a bad shot, missed anything vital.”

“Is she on any sedatives?”

“No. Refused them.”

“Maybe you should put her on something,” Jensen said. “I’ve got to interrogate the kid, and I don’t need her interfering.”

“You’re interrogating the kid now? Where? In the ambulance?”

“It’s as good as anywhere. Speed is the key. We still don’t know all the facts,” Jensen said. “For all we know, there could still be a killer on the loose.”

“I thought that—”

“Yeah, exactly. We think we know what’s going on. Maybe we’re wrong. The kid might give me new information. So can you juice the old lady?”

“Normally I’d say no,” the EMT said. “But she needs it. She’s been through a lot.” He climbed inside the ambulance and began adjusting the IV attached to Grandma Rose. She started to complain but quickly settled down.

Jensen climbed in and sat down next to Charlie, who was wrapped in a blanket. He reached out and took Grandma Rose’s hand. “Hello. I’m Detective Jensen. I’m here to find out more about what happened tonight.”

Grandma Rose just blinked. She said something softly under her oxygen mask, but Jensen couldn’t make it out.

“Is she okay?” Charlie asked.

“She’s going to be just fine,” Jensen said. He let go of Grandma and shook Charlie’s hand. “I’m Detective Jensen.”

“I’m Charlie,” the boy said. “Are you a real detective?”

“Real as could be,” Jensen responded. He pulled out his badge and handed it to Charlie.

The boy took the impressively heavy item in his hands and rubbed his fingers over it. “Awesome,” he said.

“Can I ask you a couple questions?” Jensen asked.

“I’m not sure.”