March prompt 68. ..and then the cops came...
They push a couple of tables together, laughing and teasing, the rookies doing most of the work while the seasoned cops call to the waitresses by name. I watch from my booth, not sure if they notice me and are ignoring me, or if I’m invisible to them.
It’s a strange position, this role I find myself in. For the most part it’s not personal; it’s hard for the guys to relax when the boss is around and these guys deserve to relax. One of the cops, though, is a young man named Simmons. He was friends with officer Bell, and still holds me accountable for what happened last year. Not that I blame him, of course.
I’ve never made much of an effort to make friends with my fellow brothers in blue. I’ve never been the kind of person who needed many friends. The few that I’ve found share the same need I do for justice. They come to work every night with guns and determination. They simply happen to be scientists.
Sitting alone in my booth I sip my coffee and wait to see if any of them show up here, at the cafe halfway between the police station and the crime lab. Halfway between... the story of my life.
It’s a strange position, this role I find myself in. For the most part it’s not personal; it’s hard for the guys to relax when the boss is around and these guys deserve to relax. One of the cops, though, is a young man named Simmons. He was friends with officer Bell, and still holds me accountable for what happened last year. Not that I blame him, of course.
I’ve never made much of an effort to make friends with my fellow brothers in blue. I’ve never been the kind of person who needed many friends. The few that I’ve found share the same need I do for justice. They come to work every night with guns and determination. They simply happen to be scientists.
Sitting alone in my booth I sip my coffee and wait to see if any of them show up here, at the cafe halfway between the police station and the crime lab. Halfway between... the story of my life.