“Are we going to have a problem here?" Penn asked them.
As he looked at each man, they looked down at their papers. None of there were willing to call him on his status and he was glad. He didn't want a fight. He wanted to get along but on his terms. He'd always lived on his terms. At least since he'd aged out of foster care.
There was no other way to live when the first eighteen years of your life had been out of your control. He'd been the troubled kid, in and out of foster homes. No one had wanted him, but instead of it defeating him, it steeled him.
It also made him want to help people and the reason he became a cop. All of his cases involving children had been given extra attention. No one should go through what he had as a foster child.
He often thought that maybe he should ado
