Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 131: A Liaison

Chapter 131: A Liaison

A week after the shootout, the police commissioner asked for a meeting with Marcella. Tony asked her to go alone as he had other work to do. He didn’t tell her much, but she could understand that there was trouble in the congressman’s office.

Marcella went to meet the commissioner. He had asked her to meet him in a school track ground where he coached in his free time. Marcella had heard a lot of good things about the commissioner. She didn’t mind going to meet him in a gang-controlled area.

He was not corrupted like the others and he had to turn a blind eye to everything that was happening in his department; he had to protect his family.

This was the first time she met with Commissioner Brian Logan.

She expected a dilapidated school but it was not as bad as she expected. The corridors were dark and the walls were cracked. Some of the boys there passed comments among themselves, laughing at her. One of the other coaches rebuked them making the boys laugh.

Marcella didn’t mind them. They were just kids.

The other coach joined her and brought her to the track field. Commissioner Logan was by the track field with a stopwatch and a whistle. The trsck uit he was wearing did nothing to hide his belly. Although he was a little pudgy, he looked good for someone in their late fifties.

Logan was shouting at a young lad to run faster. A lot of profanities easily escaped his mouth as he shouted at the boy. Marcella was not a stranger to hearing profanities and she observed the boy.

He had a very large gait. As Logan riled him up, his speed increased. He looked like a charging cheetah. She could see why Logan was hard on that boy. He had a great potential.

"Yes! You did it, boy! You beat your record!" Logan shouted and rushed to the sweaty boy and hugged him close. "You are getting better!" Logan rubbed the boy’s head.

Marcella smiled seeing their interaction. The harsh scolding was forgotten and the boy was all smiles and appreciative of the coach.

"You know what to do," Logan said and the boy nodded with a smile and ran laps.

"Miss DeAngelo! You’ve grown up splendidly," Logan held out his hand for a shake.

"Thank you," she smiled. "I’m Mrs. Crawford now." She corrected him. She had decided to correct everyone until everyone mentioned by her name properly. She was not willing to back off.

However, Marcella was not sure when she had met him.

"You might not remember me. You were just a baby when I first met you. Your father brought you everywhere," Logan patted her shoulder with a chuckle.

"You knew my dad?" Marcella walked with him.

Logan washed his face and wiped his face. "I was a rookie then. We all had to meet him. Boy, did I want to hate him!" He sighed.

Marcella smiled. Her father was like that. People who want to hate him end up liking him. He was a charming man.

"I thought of him as a thug who disturbed law and order but I found it was not the case..." Logan asked her to join him inside the empty indoor gym.

Marcella followed him.

"I need a favor to ask of you, Lady," Logan rubbed his chin. "I hear you are going to move to your house in Olive Groove?" Logan asked.

"I inherited it," Marcella answered.

"Have you..." Logan pressed his lips and his eyes ended up in the distance.

Marcella followed his eyes. H was looking at the kids practicing in the track field.

"It’s working, this youth outreach program," Logan looked at her. "If only it takes one boy off the streets, I consider it a success."

"You are doing great work here, Commissioner," Marcella said. She could see that he was passionate about this. He truly wanted those boys to not end up in gangs and do something better with their lives. Sports are good for them. Sports need passion and energy and so it drives their attention away from the other distractions around.

"Nothing much compared to your father, Mrs. Crawford," Logan smiled.

"Dad loved his people," Marcella said. There was no doubt about that.

"I’ve heard that the situation in Olive Groove has gotten a lot worse since your father’s passing," Logan said putting his hands in his trouser pockets.

"Worse?" Marcella raised her brows. "I saw no difference," she shrugged. She’s been visiting there almost every day to oversee the renovations. She didn’t find anything wrong.

Logan shook his head with a sigh. "The people’s trust in us has dwindled ever since..."

Marcella shrugged. What can she do about that? Everyone knows cops cannot be trusted. Although there are good cops, the few bad apples are still left rotting the entire bag. Unless those rotten apples are thrown away, no one’s going to trust the cops.

"Do you think the cops had anything to do with your father’s death, Mrs. Crawford?" Logan asked.

Marcella didn’t answer. She didn’t know why that guy killed her father. And until she knows the exact reason, everyone’s a suspect.

"You have to know, Bambi," Logan held her hand.

Marcella was stunned to hear Logan call her the same way her father’s men did.

"I was in constant contact with your father. He helped us a lot. We couldn’t do anything in that area without your father’s help. We didn’t want him dead. He was our asset. His loss was~"

"What did you want to ask me, Commissioner?" Marcella interjected him.

She didn’t know what to feel about her father being an asset to the police. Did his men know that? Did her father know that?

"We want access," Logan said. "Those people are not allowing the cops in their area even for a patrol. We have no idea what is going on there and... They will listen to you, Bambi. Just like they listened to your father. We want a liaison."

Marcella raised her brows.

Did she really hear the police commissioner asking her to take her father’s seat?

She laughed.

"I am serious, Mrs. Crawford," Logan took a step closer to her.

Marcella took a step back.

"With all due respect, Sir, I am not my father. I cannot "run" Olive Grooves like my father did. I am married and I have to take care of my family. Not to mention the death threats I receive every day...You will not find me putting my family at risk by working for the cops," she said and turned to leave.

Logan looked at her back and sighed.

"I’ll arrange protection for you," Logan shouted.

Marcella didn’t even turn back as she walked away. "As if cops can’t be bought!"

"I know why he killed your father!" Logan shouted.

Marcella didn’t stop. He might be lying. Even if he told the truth, she didn’t care enough to give up her freedom for knowing that reason.

"Paul Romano is trying to kill your husband," Logan said.

Marcella stopped.

"Andrew was not the target. Antony was," Logan added.