organs to bring about my own professional success: Bringing about life.
I am life in its simplest form.
I taketh lives away yet I strive to giveth life. The pull and the push, yin and yang, light and dark, life…and death.
I am Roman William Payne.
Chapter 2
2005
My hands hit the glass doors of the conference room as my shoulders tense to shove them open before walking into the meeting already in progress. After I set my files on the long rectangle table my hands slide under my bottom to straighten my skirt before sitting down and crossing my legs.
Once my files are open on I glance up at the men in the room and find the Detective Sergeant narrowing his eyes as he looks at me, “Well? Mac, how did your first day of classes go? From what I heard, you dropped the ball. You told me I could trust you. Your father was my partner for over twenty years, God rest his soul and he is the ONLY reason I gave you a shot at this. Now tell me why I should keep you on this case?”
Seriously?
“Seriously? I dropped the ball? What ball? It was my first contact with the perp. It isn’t my fault the guy flipped his shit because I asked him a question. If you are going to give this to me, then give it to me, but if you’re going to question me and call me out over every little thing, I’d rather be working the street.” I snatch up my file and begin to stand only to be stopped by his hands slamming on the table.
“Everyone out! Now! Mac, you stay.” He abruptly stands causing his chair to crash into the wall behind him and begins pacing the length of the room like a caged animal. After everyone has left and the door closes he stalks towards me and stops when we are standing face to face. “You want this?”
I square my shoulders and bring my chin up, crowding his personal space before speaking through gritted teeth,
“
not if you’re going to give it to me by dangling it in front of my face like a carrot. I may be young, but I
’
m damn good
. M
y test scores and my field training speak for themselves, and you know it. All I ask is to be treated like every other detective. I need you to stop treating me like your daughter, Uncle Jay. Can’t you understand that?”
I snatch my files on my way to the door and before I can exit Detective Sergeant, Jay Steels issues one last warning, “Mac, don’t let me down.”
My eyes cut to his and narrow on them over my shoulder, “I never have, Jay, act like it.”
As soon as I step into mine and my older brother, Bobby’s apartment I kick my heels off and toss my purse on the side table in the foyer. “Bo? You home, babe?”
“In here!” I hear his voice carrying from the kitchen and peek my head in to find him pulling a Bud Light from the fridge. “You wanna beer?” He shouts.
“I’m right here, and yeah sounds great. How was your day?” He hands me a beer before heading to the kitchen bar and sitting down.
After he sips from his beer he says, “Ahh… same ole same ole. You know how it is, feast or famine, fires of hell or passed out after playing Call of Duty for too long at the house. I still don’t know which I like better, fires or coma induced boredom. Anyway, how was your day, sis?”
I chomp the tiny ice crystals while swallowing the chilled deliciousness of a damn well deserved beer, “Jay’s a damn prick. He chewed my ass in front of the guys, first day on the case. I swear, why am I even doing this? Why did I honestly think he would be able to treat me like I’m one of the guys?” I set my Bud Light on the countertop and yawn before making my way to the bathroom. Standing under the hot spray in the shower, I revisit what the hell happened in the library at Washington University between Roman and I.
If anyone pulls up my information, Jay made sure it read I was a second year student in my pediatric residency.
I look the part, hell I am
I am life in its simplest form.
I taketh lives away yet I strive to giveth life. The pull and the push, yin and yang, light and dark, life…and death.
I am Roman William Payne.
Chapter 2
2005
My hands hit the glass doors of the conference room as my shoulders tense to shove them open before walking into the meeting already in progress. After I set my files on the long rectangle table my hands slide under my bottom to straighten my skirt before sitting down and crossing my legs.
Once my files are open on I glance up at the men in the room and find the Detective Sergeant narrowing his eyes as he looks at me, “Well? Mac, how did your first day of classes go? From what I heard, you dropped the ball. You told me I could trust you. Your father was my partner for over twenty years, God rest his soul and he is the ONLY reason I gave you a shot at this. Now tell me why I should keep you on this case?”
Seriously?
“Seriously? I dropped the ball? What ball? It was my first contact with the perp. It isn’t my fault the guy flipped his shit because I asked him a question. If you are going to give this to me, then give it to me, but if you’re going to question me and call me out over every little thing, I’d rather be working the street.” I snatch up my file and begin to stand only to be stopped by his hands slamming on the table.
“Everyone out! Now! Mac, you stay.” He abruptly stands causing his chair to crash into the wall behind him and begins pacing the length of the room like a caged animal. After everyone has left and the door closes he stalks towards me and stops when we are standing face to face. “You want this?”
I square my shoulders and bring my chin up, crowding his personal space before speaking through gritted teeth,
“
not if you’re going to give it to me by dangling it in front of my face like a carrot. I may be young, but I
’
m damn good
. M
y test scores and my field training speak for themselves, and you know it. All I ask is to be treated like every other detective. I need you to stop treating me like your daughter, Uncle Jay. Can’t you understand that?”
I snatch my files on my way to the door and before I can exit Detective Sergeant, Jay Steels issues one last warning, “Mac, don’t let me down.”
My eyes cut to his and narrow on them over my shoulder, “I never have, Jay, act like it.”
As soon as I step into mine and my older brother, Bobby’s apartment I kick my heels off and toss my purse on the side table in the foyer. “Bo? You home, babe?”
“In here!” I hear his voice carrying from the kitchen and peek my head in to find him pulling a Bud Light from the fridge. “You wanna beer?” He shouts.
“I’m right here, and yeah sounds great. How was your day?” He hands me a beer before heading to the kitchen bar and sitting down.
After he sips from his beer he says, “Ahh… same ole same ole. You know how it is, feast or famine, fires of hell or passed out after playing Call of Duty for too long at the house. I still don’t know which I like better, fires or coma induced boredom. Anyway, how was your day, sis?”
I chomp the tiny ice crystals while swallowing the chilled deliciousness of a damn well deserved beer, “Jay’s a damn prick. He chewed my ass in front of the guys, first day on the case. I swear, why am I even doing this? Why did I honestly think he would be able to treat me like I’m one of the guys?” I set my Bud Light on the countertop and yawn before making my way to the bathroom. Standing under the hot spray in the shower, I revisit what the hell happened in the library at Washington University between Roman and I.
If anyone pulls up my information, Jay made sure it read I was a second year student in my pediatric residency.
I look the part, hell I am
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