Captain Stottlemeyer: You just missed the deputy commissioner. Guess what he wanted to talk about? Murder rates sparking? The Sidney Teal investigation? No. All he wanted to know was what we're doing about the runaway cop.
Lieutenant Disher: Fraidy Cop.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Excuse me?
Lieutenant Disher: That's what they're calling him. We, uh, sort of pieced together the route he took. Uh, I don't know. Okay. After the shooting, three people saw him running west towards the park here, and on 19th, here, he flagged down a taxi.
Captain Stottlemeyer: He took a taxi?
Lieutenant Disher: Yeah, it gets worse. He, uh, threw up in the backseat. But we did get his blood type from the vomit. The taxi then, uh, dropped him off at a bar upon Geary Street there, where he sat in a booth at the back, apparently drinking bourbon and crying.
Captain Stottlemeyer: He was crying? Oh, dear Lord.
Lieutenant Disher: About midnight, an older woman in a brown station wagon was seen picking him up. Possibly his mother.
Captain Stottlemeyer: He called his mom?
Lieutenant Disher: Yeah.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Well, that son of a bitch better hope I don't find him first.