Grit's Back At The Chief's House

I decided to follow through with my idea of linking those mysterious photographs to the murder of the Chief. For some reason, I believed in their existence. I could be completely wrong, but Momma Blue's genuine sincerity when she recounted…

Grit's Getting Closer To The Truth

I had serious doubts about whether or not my plumbing was still in working order after undergoing the onslaught of one detective Nikki Santos. I was referring to the triumvirate in my groin area. I wince every time I run…

Nikki Santos Does a Number on Sam

There were semi-private booths in Lefty’s, and I grabbed one. I had started with a glass of ice-tea (I had good intentions) but segued to double scotch “on the rocks,” two of them, to be exact. With one sitting on…

Meet Nikki Santos

I had heard of Nikki Santos, I mean, how could’ve I not have heard about her. She was the first female ever to be assigned to the Homicide Division, and from what I’ve gleaned from those who know her, she…

Grit Runs Into an Old Friend

After leaving Emma’s, I stopped in at Ivy’s Coffee Shop in the Mission District. I needed to get grounded and fast. I had been making little headway in Chief O’Halloran’s murder and needed to get my ass in gear. I…

One Step Forward - Then Two Steps Back for Sam

I felt like shit. The bottle of Scotch eventually over-ruled the fine Cuban cigars. I do remember that as soon as I was half in the bag, I grabbed my secretary, Emma, and headed for Louie's Joint down at Fisherman's…

Grit Scans the Autopsy Report

 I stared at the autopsy report as it lay in front of me on my desk.  If you’ve never seen an autopsy report before, let me tell you if you are not a doctor, 99% of what’s on the report…

Grit Meets With Maggie O'Halloran

"Mr. Grit, you're blushing," said the best-looking piece of ass I've ever laid these bloodshot eyes on.  

"Actually, this is a bit of sunburn I got the other day," I said jokingly, hoping she would pick up on my feeble…

Mr. Grit is Easily Distracted...

I parked my car in the underground garage of my office building. I pulled out the folded-up piece of paper from my shirt pocket.  Written in red ink across the top, it said, “Here are some phone numbers and addresses…

Grit Has a Spiritual Experience

“Geezus Christ, Sam!” said the Mayor, rather loudly. “Every time I see you, you look older than the last time I saw you.” It’s called aging Mayor.  It happens to the best of us, that and good scotch, or bad…

Grit Talks to his Ex.

As I was leaving, Emma held the phone toward me, “It’s your ex,” she whispered, while holding her hand over the receiver. With a demonstrative eye roll, I took the phone from Emma. “Don’t give me that eye roll Sam,”…

Grit Has a Lot on His Mind...

When I got back to the office - Emma, my part-time gal, informed me that Mayor Russell had called and wanted to meet for lunch. Henry Russell was elected Mayor the year before. I had met the Mayor when we…