The Nolen Brothers

Twenty-first freeze-range sergeant Inspector who? Oh, yes, sir. Inspector, the details of the assembly here. I don't know if there are a lieutenant team in the twenty-first plot is in charge. You're in the must-a-room at the twenty-first precinct, the nerve-suffer.

An important place is about to break. The two officers have been notified. They're assembling from their home, from social functions, from all over the city. You will follow the action taken pursuant to these notifications from this minute until the final report is written in the 124 room at the 21st precinct.

Yes, sir. The brass has all been notified. They can start out anytime. Yes, there's any time now. 21st precinct is just lines on a map of the city of New York. Most of the 173,000 people wagged into the 9th and 10th of a square mile between Fifth Avenue and the East River wouldn't know if you asked them that they lived or worked in the 21st.

Whether they know it or not, the security of their persons, their homes and their property is my job. My job and the job of 160 patrolmen, 11 sergeants and four lieutenant, the cool man and the boss.

My name is Tenelli. Frank Tenelli. I'm trapped in command of the 21st. I'd been off duty since six o'clock. I was not due back at the station house until four PM the next afternoon when I would work straight through until eight the following morning.

At six thirty I met my wife at Frank and Norman's estate house on 54th Street and in Broadway. We had dinner and took the cab to the forty-sixth street spirit to see the hit musical guys and dows. An occasion we had both looked forward to for a year. The first act was fine.