Jack Lambert and My Investigator

by Jamison Koehler on September 27, 2011

Wayne, my investigator, thinks he is being subtle.

He insists on escorting me out of a bad neighborhood whenever we finish a crime scene investigation, and he doesn’t realize I can see him lingering down the street as I climb into my car.

But this guy is bigger than his childhood hero, Jack Lambert of the Pittsburgh Steelers, and almost as pretty.

He also thinks I don’t notice him trailing me four cars back as we leave the neighborhood.  But the beat-up car – the hooptie – he uses for investigations is impossible to miss.

And then he blows his cover by flagging me down to tell me a tail-light is out.   In these neighborhoods, I guess that is a guarantee that you will be pulled over.

But I have taken his advice:  I now dress down for the investigations (sortof) and I always make sure to use my wife’s car.