What is "rasche"

Usage examples of "rasche".

Detective Rasche, there to collect Al and otherwise do his bit toward keeping the peace, looked over the blood-spattered wreckage of the TV, and of Rose, after Al had explained it all to him.

But it had gotten Schaefer and Rasche transferred to Homicide, because that little incident had struck a nerve in the coke-dealing community, and things had gotten just a little too hot-even before the stinking heat wave began.

So Rasche and Schaefer were working homicide and hating every minute of it.

Six blocks away Rasche handed Schaefer a plastic cup that was not steaming.

The streets were running the wrong way, and traffic and the junk along the curbs were thicker than usual but not bad enough to make Rasche use the lights or siren, so by the time they arrived on the scene, four other cars were already there, uniforms cordoning off the area around an abandoned five-story walk-up tenement.

The all-out firefight, the blown-out wall, now that heavy silence, and something intangible and indefinably wrong, in a way the city had never been wrong before, in all the years Rasche had lived there.

As he looked at the big room on the fifth floor, the room where one wall had been party shot away, the room littered with broken glass and spattered blood and plaster dust, the room where his unflappable partner Schaefer was standing dumbstruck, Rasche knew that his mother had lied.

It was obvious what had been done to them, what the monsters in the night had done, but Rasche had to say it anyway.

Schaefer was already running after him, and Rasche wondered as he often did, how the hell did Schaef do that?

Captain McComb turned to see Schaefer and Rasche standing in the end of the corridor, in front of the demolished window.

After the dust settled and most of the participants were hauled away to either the lockup or the morgue, Rasche got to help haul a truckload of confiscated heavy weapons to the police lab on West Twentieth for investigation.

And Schaefer, Rasche sometimes thought, used the whole damn city as his firing range.

There were some buddies, mostly in the military or law enforcement, but none of them seemed close-certainly no closer than Rasche himself was.

Schaefer walked through it, glass crunched underfoot, and Rasche noticed that the display cases along the wall had been shattered.

The lights were out in the range itself, but Rasche could see enough in the spillover from the foyer.