A silk scarf and a napkin. Hidden in a drawer. Two hundred bucks in an envelope. Labeled â€˜Lenore'. "Maybe she shouldn't see this.. She should never know". Said the widow's best friend Ann. "I'll just take it and go.". "I'll give her the money later. Say it was in his shoe. That way she'll never find out. That'll do.". "Carmichael was a credit to the force. In everything he did.. It's like we got a big hole in our side. Where he fit.. "If any of you officers. Would like to say a word. Now would be the time. To be heard.". "Well thank you Chief I sure would.. Carmichael was a partner of mine.. He was always very careful.. And he played it straight down the line.". One by one the officers spoke. And the service came to a close. He had no living relatives but his wife. And she never showed. She just couldn't face the men. They all understood. They got in their cars. And drove home as directly as they could. "Carmichael you asshole". the new widow sobbed beneath her veil. "Shot down in the line of duty. Is that how justice never fails?". "I wish that things were better. When we said goodbye today. But we had our share of good times though. Along the way.. "Remember hey Mr. Las Vegas. You used to be so cool. We met Wayne Newton down at Pebble Beach. And you acted like a fool?. "We just couldn't stop laughing. It seemed so funny to us. We left our luggage back in the hotel. And almost missed the bus.. "That was a great vacation. Maybe the best of all. But God damn it Carmichael you're dead now. And I'm talkin' to the wall.". The force got back to normal. Carmichael was replaced. For one year nobody parked a car.