When it came down to it leadership was a ship just like any other boat. Impressive thing to show your dames, but stay on it too long and you get sick. And I'd been sick of playing cops and robbers long before they upped the shine on my badge and made me a glorified paper-pusher.
Being police chief didn't have nearly as many perks up its sleeve as they'd like you to think, but I knew how to get the best out of another part of my suit. And what good were the hoods in the slammer sipping on the tax dollar when they could be out there, filling my pockets?
The way I saw it any trade was a fair trade with me, mainstream goods or not. Murder? Call it extroverted suicide for all I cared. Long as they pointed me to where the rhino roams I had no beef turning my head and seeing to my department do the same.
Sure, sometimes the private dicks and do-gooders flicked an extra spoon of salt into your soup, but this was always a bad place for anyone who didn't keep his head down. Crocodiles get hungry. And accidents happen.
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