The word on the street is Pat Canella is set to return to the beat. I stood there, the gun still warm in my hand, barrel smoking from the gun battle. “Why did he do that, Sarge? I tried my best to talk him out of it.” “Living with the guilt finally got to him, Patti.” “Couldn’t he have talked it over?” “No, the only thing worse than being a dirty cop is being the son of a loose cannon, and none came looser than Bill Chart, Patti.” I looked around. There lay the body of Bill's son, my ex-partner, Adrian Chart. “I had no choice; he pulled first, Sarge," I said through my tears. “I know, Patti, we all saw it. Nobody blames you. It was his way out.” The last thing I remember was the Sarge saying in a soft tone, "Take a week off Patti, something like this will haunt you. I know. I have been there myself.” Dazed, I stood there, trying to remember how it had all started . . . * * * I'd wanted an office and had pestered the sergeant for m...