Gunta Bindlow Barzetty

My name is Gunta Bindlow Barzetty, but my friends just call me “Gunta”. I’ve been working the beat in these streets for 27 damn years – I’m 40 years from retirement. I like the simple things in life – drink, maidens and good ol’ fashioned jazz. I’m the only straight-and-narrow cop in my whole department – the only one that does it by the books god damnit – and that’s the way I wanna keep it. It gets harder some days to keep it clean – to be the good cop in a sea of bad cops. On top of that, I got the chief riding my ass, and my brother on my back all the time. Like, actually. My siamese twin brother, Giuseppe, pays for his half of the bed by stealin’, theavin’ and burglin’, but I don’t have the heart to arrest him, dammit. Me and him helped each other through some hard times when we were younger – when our mother, rest her soul, was working the long, hard days and evenings tryin’a put the food on our plates and a pillow under our heads at night. My dad – he was never there. Said one night he was goin’ out to get some milk for my cheerios – I never saw his face again. I’ve been eatin’ cheerios dry for 21 damn years. I’m the best damn cop in my division and I’ve closed every case I’ve been assigned – except for one. The only case I haven’t been able to take off ice is my mother’s murder. It’s the whole reason I joined the force in the first place and I still haven’t rolled off square one. I still can’t let it go - it’s like a weight on my shoulders that won’t go away. I took up this new case cause there’s something about the MO that reminds of the of my ma’s killer. Call it instinct, call it irrationally going on a gut feeling. But my gut hasn’t failed me yet.