Chapter 8: New Job
Chapter 8
New Job
The next day I got up earlier than normal, grabbed a bottle of water and headed to the car. It was a longer drive to get to work but the time seemed to fly. I put the top down on the convertible and let the wind blow my hair into tangles. Tangled hair didn’t matter today; I was starting a new job in homicide. God liked me after all.
I parked in the lot, walked the half a block it took to get to the front door, then up three steps into the station. It looked much the same as the old place—big room with worn linoleum floors, and cops who mingled in groups drinking coffee and chatting before the day started. A desk sergeant I didn’t know barked orders amidst the gossip that bounced around the room. Quite a different reception than the one I got at the
