My dad wanted me to be a cop, like him. So he taught me how to read people, how to look for clues, but then I screwed things up in me actually being able to become a cop (mostly to spite him) and so I started calling anonymous tips off what I could read off people on the news.
Eventually it got me in trouble. They pulled me in, thinking that my tip was good because I had inside information, and were trying to question me about the robbery. Didn't help the fact that I could call that the detective doing the questioning and his partner were sleeping together a mile away either. They got pissed off so ... I just claimed I was psychic, as a way to try and get me out of it.
I proved it with the guy I was sitting next to in the bullpen of the station, and ... they started paying me to close cases for them. I just went with the lie.
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[a long pause]
My dad wanted me to be a cop, like him. So he taught me how to read people, how to look for clues, but then I screwed things up in me actually being able to become a cop (mostly to spite him) and so I started calling anonymous tips off what I could read off people on the news.
Eventually it got me in trouble. They pulled me in, thinking that my tip was good because I had inside information, and were trying to question me about the robbery. Didn't help the fact that I could call that the detective doing the questioning and his partner were sleeping together a mile away either. They got pissed off so ... I just claimed I was psychic, as a way to try and get me out of it.
I proved it with the guy I was sitting next to in the bullpen of the station, and ... they started paying me to close cases for them. I just went with the lie.
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I'm not saying it was the right thing to do, but I understand where you were coming from.
You wanted to help people.
[And then, after an equally long pause]
I'm sorry about your father.
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It's the longest job I've ever had.
Me too.
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