Tales From The Blue Line 3

Carl didn’t like new guys comin’ to the crib. Didn’t like it at all. When I knocked on the door I was expecting to see his brother, Eddie. Carl was too high to deal at night. That’s what my reliable, drug addicted police informant had told me....

Tales From The Blue Line 2

“I’m famous,” the short old woman, wearing a thick scarf and a long, worn out overcoat said. She was standing straight, but leaning slightly against a concrete street light pole. It was dark. It was cold. Too cold outside for an old woman to be standing...

Tales From The Blue Line : #1

This is the first in a new ongoing series of articles by Rob Riley. Rob is a good friend of ours and a retired Milwaukee Police Detective. He’s also the author of a couple great books, PORTRAIT OF MURDER and DEAD LAST with more to come. ~Jon When I review my...