The captain looked up as one of his detectives entered the office. The detective didn't wait to be acknowledged. He just went up to the desk and spread his papers and maps over top of the paper work Capt. Blake had been reviewing.
"I've been thinking, captain. We need to expand our search to include the rest of the park."
"Mackers . . . ,"
"I know we've been searching the east side but I think we'll have better luck finding him if we look near the lake and bike trails. Of course we could always-"
"Mackers, stop."
The detective looked up at the captain. "Sir?"
"What are you doing here?"
Mackers avoided the captain's eyes. "I thought I could help with the search."
Capt. Blake sighed. "You know that isn't your place."
"But, if I may, sir, I just thought-"
"No, Mackers, you may not. You still have your job to do. You're still on call."
"But sir, he's my partner!"
"Which is all the more reason we need you to continue the case load. I know your worried. I am too, believe me. But the system can't just stop because you want it to. Right now we have every resource we can spare looking for Randles. They know what they're doing." Capt. Blake looked at Mackers. He looked small and tired, past the point of arguing. "When was the last time you went home?" Mackers didn't answer. "I'll put Vecchio and Benton on your shift. You go home and get some sleep. Your not doing anyone any good wearing yourself out."