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This story is a work of fiction. All characters are
you go through the NYPD police academy, they tell you to always be
prepared for anything. Human nature is not up to that, however. Any
job, however varied, becomes routine after a while. And no one can be
completely alert and prepared for sudden violence for long periods of
a plainclothes cop made that even harder. Jamie didn't have to worry
about suddenly being attacked by people who hated cops, and since she
was with the precinct's anti-crime team, she didn't have to answer
meant whenever she had to actually intervene in a situation she had
time to assess the situation and decide how to do so. Plus, of
course, she generally rode with Sergeant Al Mueller, who at six foot
seven, tended to be both the main target and main point of resistance
to any violence.
course, the way surveillance worked she and Mueller were not always
side by side, as in this morning. They were at the Lexton building on
Seventh Avenue in midtown Manhattan. There were storefronts across
from it, and one of those was a cut rate jewelry store which
specialized in buying back gold jewelry from people who didn't want
store advertised heavily, and paid in cash. Not only did that make it
a great place for thieves to offload some of their recent thefts, but
a number of customers had been mugged recently. She was sitting on
the edge of a fountain ostensibly surfing the internet on her smart
phone. Mueller was on the other side of the road window shopping at a
head was bowed enough that the thick red bangs across her forehead
had fallen downward to shade her green eyes. But though it appeared
she was intent on her phone they only flicked down occasionally. It
wouldn't do to have something happen and miss it.
she got an email from her boyfriend Danny she felt the usual little
rush of emotion, part lust, part affection, and part wariness. He
seemed to be forever trying to batter away at her inhibitions, and
had no qualms about doing so over a distance.
one was sitting close to her, though, so she called up the email. It
said A goddess any man could worship. And there was an
attachment. She made a face, but wasn't entirely displeased since she
thought she had a fair idea of what the attached picture would show.
He had told her often enough that she had the body of a goddess. And
even if that was bullshit flattery she didn't exactly mind hearing
it. She flicked her eyes up and across at the storefront across the
street, then back down.
opened the attached picture, and, as she'd suspected, it was of her.
It was, at least, not particularly graphic or obscene this time. It
was simply a candid picture of her taken in his kitchen. She wasn't
wearing anything but a thong, and the picture showed her from behind
and to the right, reaching up for something in the cupboard.
of course, meant most of her right breast was visible from the side,
and given her position, and her naturally athletic, tightly toned
body, her breast looked almost unnaturally firm. Her nipple was just
visible, barely, but the gold ring dangling from it was fairly
she was standing on the balls of her feet reaching up, and leaning
forward a little, her ass was in the perfect position for a
flattering picture, too. Her dark red hair was hanging loose and
thick down her back, since her head was turned upward, and looked
very lush and silken.
for a picture she hadn't posed for, it was a pretty good one, she had
to admit, and was about to congratulate him on his expert, if furtive
camera skills, when someone snatched the phone out of her hand and
gave her a push which sent her falling back into the fountain.
was startled, to say the least, to find herself underwater, but the
realization of what had happened took very little time, and she
exploded up and out of the water in time to see a lanky black kid
running north on Seventh Avenue.
people around her were still gaping at what had happened, some of
them still holding hot dogs before open mouths, when she jumped out
of the pond and took off after him. Anger lent her speed, but so too
would have to send her those damn pictures of herself! She kept
deleting them but he kept sending them!
been a track star in high school and college. She knew how to breath
properly and how to put herself into the right stride for distance or
sprinting. She was very fast, and in excellent physical condition.
But there were a lot of people around this morning, getting in her
in foot pursuit northbound on Seventh Avenue at 50th!”
she called into the radio. “Suspect black male late teens early
twenties, six feet tall wearing jeans and green t-shirt!”
the call robbed her of breath, and she had to try and get her breath
control back as she ran down the sidewalk, dodging in and out and
around people who stared at her in startled surprise. She was soaking
wet and angry, and people who saw her moved aside quickly.
when they saw the gun on her hip. She was wearing jeans, a tank top
and a loose gray shirt which hung down over her hips to hide her gun,
cuffs, and other tools of the trade. It was held together by only one
button in the front so she could quickly get at them at need, but now
as she ran the wind had blown the shirt back.
black kid turned and saw her, then picked up speed, and Jamie thought
of all the things she was going to do to him when she caught him.
After, of course, getting her phone back.
turned onto 52nd street, and she lost sight of him
briefly, but then caught him crossing the street and turning up
Sixth. She followed, gaining on him. He turned and saw her, and
changed course, sprinting out into the traffic, causing cars to veer
violently aside and brake heavily.
grimly followed, cursing under her breath as he reached the other
side and turned down 53rd. She cut the corner and came
closer, and he stopped suddenly, turning and swinging at her as she
ran up. She jumped, letting both feet fly out in front of her and hit
him mid-chest, sending him flying backwards and to the side, into a
patio table and chairs set out by a restaurant.
table, umbrella and chairs were scattered in multiple directions as
he cried out and fell to the ground and Jamie landed half atop him,
her knee in his groin. He cried out, his eyes bugging out as she
slapped his hands away from her and then quickly drew back.
your face, you motherfucker!” she snarled.
were sirens closing in from more than one direction, which lent her a
don't know nothing about no phone! You're crazy, lady!”
grabbed him by the balls and he squealed again.
swiped his hand at her and she got him in a wrist block, then twisted
it roughly in and around so that he cried out again, forced to roll
over as she moved back a little.
pulled his arm up sharply behind his back, grabbed his collar, and
leaned in close.
me my phone or I'll fucking castrate you!” she snarled in a voice
too low for the people who were standing around gaping to hear.
were getting closer now, and she caught at his earlobe and pinched
Fuck! Get off me, bitch!”
don't got it! I gave it to my friend!”
siren peaked then as a blue and white pulled up beside them. Jamie
cursed at the interruption as the two cops jumped out and hurried
this bitch is crazy! She attacked me for no reason!” the guy
shouted to them.
that happens all the time,” one of the cops said.
knelt and cuffed him while Jamie ran a quick hand over his body. She
pulled out a phone, but it was his, not hers.
the phone, shit-head?” she demanded. “Who did you pass it to?”
don't know what she's talking about,” he said to the uniforms.
glowered as they pulled him to his feet.
already advised him of his rights. He volunteered he passed the phone
to his friend,” she said.
black guy gaped at her, then saw the gun and badge. “I …
bullshit! I ain't said nothing!”
it to the judge,” one of the cops said.
other was grinning at Jamie, who glared at him and combed her hair
out of her face as the other one chuckled in amusement.
are you smirking at, Donovan?” she demanded.
McCloud, nothing!” he said with a grin. “Cept your rings are
and the other cop snickered as they led the black guy over to their
patrol car and Jamie looked down, glowering. Wet, her clothes were
plastered to her body, and the tiny round indentations her nipple
rings produced were noticeable.
blue and white pulled up, lights flashing, and another couple of
uniforms got out. They grinned at Jamie too, and she glowered back at
them as Mueller pulled up in his unmarked Tahoe.
defiantly refused to give in to impulse and cross her arms over her
chest and went around them to the Tahoe as he started to get out.
need to go check the CCTV for that area to find the guy he passed the
phone to,” she said.
eyed her doubtfully.
mind telling me what happened? I was looking at a golf bag and next
thing I hear your voice on the radio saying you were chasing someone
a block away.”
pushed me in a fountain and stole my phone,” she said, glowering.
pursed his lips, which she knew meant he was trying not to smirk.
at least you got him.”
doesn't have it. He said he passed it to his friend. I need to know
who the friend is.”
the detectives will get it from him.”
all wet, McCloud,” he said. “We'll go back to the precinct and
you can change, and we can ask the detectives to see what they can
get out of him. I don't know how much priority they're gonna put on a
cell phone snatch, though.”
felt a surge of frustration. She knew exactly what he meant, but she
was worried about that damned picture. She was going to kick Danny's
ass when she saw him!
muttered a curse and got into the car, arms folded across her chest
just a phone. You can buy another one.”
was no way she was going to tell Mueller, who was literally old
enough to be her father, about the picture, or her concerns with it
getting out. It was bad enough there were pictures of her in a bikini
out there, making the rounds among some of the uniforms, courtesy of
an undercover job she'd done months ago as a fashion model.
fact, it would be better if the detectives stayed out of it, she
thought. If they actually got the phone they'd be likely to go
through it, especially if they knew it was hers. At least the punk
who had it would probably just admire her goddess-like body and then
delete everything so he could sell the phone.
if it got on the internet? Well, there was probably ten billion
pictures of half naked girls on the internet. The odds of anyone she
knew coming across hers was extremely low.
least it had been a good picture, she thought morosely, as Mueller
pulled away from the curb. And at least it hadn't been one of the
'live action' ones he insisted on taking. Having that get out would
be far worse.
that she was particularly shy. At least, not any more, not even about
her body, given some of the things Danny had involved her in of late.
But that didn't mean she wanted people she worked with every day
learning about her torrid (and extremely kinky) sex life.
precinct was only a few blocks away, on W54th street but she had to
endure Mueller's bitching about how people wasted their time on their
phones, and that phones were a waste of time and money, and
associated 'old people' ranting while she glared out the window.
was old for Anti-crime, which was generally filled with young
hotshots identified by the force as being particularly capable,
clever and with excellent initiative. Jamie was 22, and while she was
the youngest member of the precinct's anti-crime team everyone else
but Mueller was in their twenties as well.
he had found his niche. He said anti-crime was THE perfect job. It
avoided the discomfort of being in uniform, which could involve
everything from directing traffic, to crowd control, to breaking up
fights between couples to ticketing cars in a driving rain on the
Long Island Expressway.
also avoided the pressure of solving the crimes assigned to you, a
statistical judgment on your performance that was gone over week by
week and month by month by your superiors all the way up to the Chief
of Detectives' office. No witnesses? No evidence? Tough. You still
get a big fat fail.
didn't wear uniforms or drive marked patrol vehicles. They staked out
high crime areas, followed notorious repeat offenders waiting for
them to offend again, and patrolled areas where the city wanted a
heavy police presence but didn't want it noticed – like Times
supervisor of the squad Mueller got to decide where he went every day
and what he was assigned. He could literally go home and have a nap
if he wanted to. At least until Jamie had been assigned to him.
had predicted they would get along. Mueller didn't get alone with
many people, after all. But so far they'd done surprisingly well.
That was partly because Jamie didn't have any of the characteristics
Mueller hated about young female cops.
wasn't chatty, and didn't get emotional. At six feet tall, with a
black belt in Aikido, she was physically capable. She'd already
demonstrated she could run down just about anyone, which he liked
since he wasn't much of a runner, to put it mildly, and she was a
pretty good shot and didn't panic under fire.
it bothered him she was young enough to be his daughter, and that
half the men in the precinct had adolescent sexual fantasies about
her he hadn't given any sign of it. Nor had he ever given any sign he
even noticed she was attractive.
her part, she appreciated that Mueller was very good at his job, and
had almost been on the force as long as she'd been alive. She didn't
question his authority or his ability, and since she hadn't even been
on the job a year she knew she had a lot to learn.
would have been nice if he'd had a sense of humor, though.
arrived back at the precinct and she went inside. She walked briskly,
but refused to show any sign she gave a damn that her hair was
plastered against her head, much less that the nipple rings could be
seen through her tight tank top and light shirt. Letting anyone see
she was uncomfortable was something she had long practiced avoiding.
been teased as long as she could remember, usually about her hair,
which was naturally red, if not the current shade. It was a rust
color, and one she had defiantly refused to change, addressing any
criticism with a flat stare or her fist – until the school started
to talk about psychiatrists to address her temper.
hadn't actually had that much of a temper. But she had taken
advantage of the cliché of angry redheads to get away with a lot of
things in her life. And anyone who criticized her hair quickly
learned that she didn't take such criticism kindly.
she'd had to dye her hair blonde for that undercover assignment as a
fashion model. She'd resisted doing so for years, despite everyone's
advice, mostly out of pigheaded defiance. As a blonde, all that
changed was that she was teased less and hit on more.
dyed it red again as soon as possible, but hadn't been able to find
her particular shade available. Apparently ginger red – or rust
color, as her brothers called it – wasn't flattering enough for
most people to want to buy it. So now her hair was a considerably
darker, sleeker coppery red
wasn't about to admit she actually liked it better, but she did.
Unfortunately, like the blonde, it also got her more unwanted male
attention. The difference several months of Danny Lucas had made to
her personality, though, was she didn't mind that nearly as much, or
sometimes not at all.
NYPD was a lot less of a boys club than it had been even ten or
twenty years earlier. There were a lot more females on the job now,
and the rules about sexual harassment were a lot more strictly
enforced. It was still, however, a semi-military organization with a
culture which was still very much what it had been before she was
for the young, macho idiots who made up most of the male portion of
the force, that meant any attractive woman her age got a lot of extra
attention whenever they were in range. One that was dripping wet, and
not incidentally, with her clothes plastered to her body, got even
moved through them with her face bland, aware of but aloof to the
eyes skimming over her. There were, of course, smirks at the fact
she'd obviously gotten soaked somehow. Every cop would have gotten
that, and she gave small half shrugs to those who laughed about it.
was annoyed at Danny again, though, over the damn nipple rings. Those
had been his idea, of course. And he hadn't asked her permission.
He'd sprung the piercing on her when she was literally tied up. She
reluctantly admitted that she had come to really like it, that they
not only made her nipples feel more sensitive but made her feel
that didn't stop her from regretting it at times like this.
got to her locker and opened it, then stripped. It was mid-shift so
the room was thankfully empty. It wasn't just the men who had sexual
fantasies about her. A lot of the lesbians here did too, and did less
to hide the fact.
knew she had a boyfriend, of course, but they seemed to take it as a
given that a girl who was as tomboyish as she was, and had a slightly
husky voice must have an interest in the other side of the fence too.
She didn't, not really, and never had.
had been pestering her to do a menage, though, and he had even gotten
a girl involved in a kinky little game he'd played in Central Park.
And the way he talked made it clear to her that that was something
that would really turn him on. As in really, really. So the thought
of doing it with a girl – and Danny, of course, was intriguing.
only to see the heat in his eyes as he watched.
just doing a girl, herself? No, she had no interest in that.
long run in the heat, even though she'd been soaked, had added sweat
to the mix, so she decided to take a quick shower while she was
already naked. She took her shower pack and towel, went into the
shower room around the corner, turned on the water, adjusted it and
was not a private shower. This was one of those old fashioned open
showers that were disappearing from most institutions other than the
military ones. It was a square room with shower-heads running along
the walls, and she soaped up briskly and then rinsed off.
wasn't quick enough to escape before someone showed up, though. She
was just rinsing off her hair when she noticed movement out of the
corner of her eye, turned her head, and saw Maxine leaning against
the doorway, grinning.
frowned but refused to alter her position in any way. She continued
to slide her fingers through her hair as the water poured down, then
turned the water off and reached up and back to ring out her hair.
Maxine said with a leer.
raised an eyebrow but didn't otherwise respond. The last thing she
would ever do if someone made them embarrassed or uncomfortable, was
let anyone know it. Besides, given some of the shit Danny had pulled
lately, having people seeing her body didn't bother her nearly as
much as it had used to.
reached for the towel and quickly rubbed her hair before wrapping it
around her body.
and me would make fire, baby,” Maxine said.
was almost as tall as Jamie, but more slender and small breasted. She
had very short hair along with dark brown skin.
burn you,” Jamie said.
baby. Candle wax can, if you're not careful,” Maxine said with a
smirk. “But ice relieves the pain quickly.”
knew both of those things from personal experience but it bothered
her how Maxine and all the other lesbians who had approached her
seemed to assume she would be the submissive in their little romps.
Was it just that she was heterosexual or did they see something about
her she did not want to be seen?
certainly didn't act submissive or meek among them, or anyone else
for that matter.
you got your phone stole and then took a swim.”
got the bastard,” Jamie said as she walked past her.
there weren't any pictures on that phone which would be
embarrassing,” Maxine said.
stiffened only slightly. It was just a guess. Lots of girls her age
would be worried about that sort of thing.
toweled off casually and then dropped the towel as she reached into
her locker room for a pair of panties.
could possibly be embarrassing to me?” she asked with raised
laughed and shook her head, eyes flicking up and down.
got a point there, baby. You sure ain't got nothing to be embarrassed
about I can see.”
drew on her thong, then reached for a bra.
fact, if I didn't know better I'd think those weren't real,” she
snorted and pulled her bra on, then adjusted it and pulled the straps
real, and they're spectacular,” she said deadpan.
liked that show,” she said. “Who was the actress that said that?”
shrugged and pulled on a spare pair of jeans. “Some brunette.”
went across the room, taking her blow dryer and brush and dried her
hair. This was a job she had to be careful with. Her hair fell about
six inches past her shoulders, and thankfully wasn't as thin as a lot
of red hair, but if she wanted it to look right and not like a
tangled mess she had to be careful.
wasn't that she was vain, she told herself defensively. Not really.
But she liked looking good.
to say my hair is a lot easier to look after,” Maxine said. “And
it don't get in my way or get caught in anything.”
shrugged and kept brushing.
no one can grab it in a fight.”
grinned. “No one gets close enough to grab my hair in a fight. And
there are other times it's kind of nice having my hair pulled.”
turned and gave her a significant look before turning back to the
well, if that's your thing,” Maxine said. “I like to fuck face to
is the spice of life, Maxine,” Jamie said. “The kama sutra has
400 different positions, you know.”
like I'm gonna let Indians tell me how to have sex,” Maxine
they must be good at it. There's a hell of a lot of them,” Jamie
shrugged and shook her head, turning and heading for the door.
if you want some spice and variety in your sex life, baby, you just
call Maxine. I'll show you a few positions your boyfriend has never
doubted that but didn't say so. She finished drying and brushing her
hair in what she regarded as record time, then pulled on another tank
top. Looking down, she made a face, since her nipple rings were still
noticeable, if barely.
pulled on a purple, short sleeved shirt and buttoned it once between
her breasts, and checked herself again, more satisfied. Her belt,
with her holster, cuffs, pepper spray, ammo, and notebook, were on a
hook in the locker. And they were all still wet.
sighed, took the leather off a piece at a time, dried it under the
hot air hand dryer in the bathroom, then put them on. Then she went
down the hall to a workroom and took her gun apart, doing a quick
cleaning, oiling and drying.
gonna spend the rest of the day here?” Mueller growled as he came
through the door.
want me to not clean my gun?” she asked.
grumbled but didn't answer. Sometimes guys his age just felt the need
to grumble, Jamie thought, especially around younger people.
Quinn said they'll press your boy on who he gave the phone to,” he
bit her lip and nodded. There was no way to tell him she'd rather
they not find the phone.
the meantime, you might as well take your time. It's close enough to
lunch, we might as well eat before going back out.”
brooded as they drove around. She wanted her phone, for one thing,
since she was used to checking it often and exchanging texts and
emails with people. For another, of course, she was wondering if some
punk was slavering over her picture, and maybe deciding to put it on
how long do people usually stay in Anti-crime?” she asked as they
drove down Tenth.
shrugged. “Depends on the person. Some people, in uniform or out,
like a particular territory and try to stay there as long as they
can. We've got uniformed cops who have been in the same precinct for
there aren't a lot of old guys in Anti-crime.”
rolled his eyes at her.
that you're old,” she said. “And you're the supervisor.”
lot of guys want more action. Anti-crime deals with a lot of stuff,
but it doesn't often deal with homicides or sexy stuff like organized
crime. Narcotics gets a lot of heavy stuff, and the real jocks like
Emergency Services or the Gang division attract lots of high energy
types. Detectives still have the prestige, though, and you can earn
big time overtime there or in Narcotics.”
could be a detective,” she said thoughtfully.
made a face. “Lot of paperwork, lot of court time, lot of waiting
around for court time and dealing with lawyers, a lot of driving
around to interview people who mostly don't know anything useful. A
lot of pressure from above to solve crimes. A lot of hassle.”
but I look really cool in a suit.”
turned and gave her a jaundiced look before shaking his head and
smiled to herself as he frowned at her.
didn't have much of a sense of humor.
turned onto 49th . Traffic was one way here, and though
the street was three lanes wide, both sides were used for parking,
leaving one lane. A black Charger raced up on their right, where the
curb was empty, then cut in front of the Toyota in front of them as
it came to a parked delivery truck. The Toyota driver leaned on his
horn and thrust his arm out the window, finger pumping vigorously.
of them ignored it as they would pigeons walking along the sidewalk
or the smell of garbage. It was too routine to care about. But the
lights changed ahead, bringing everyone to a halt, and the driver of
the Charger, a husky looking young guy in a leather jacket, got out
of his car and walked back to the Toyota behind his.
stopped at the Toyota's open window, and said something Jamie didn't
catch, then gave the guy inside a punch in the head before turning
and walking back to his car.
that against some kind of law?” she asked dryly.
grunted as he put the car in park, got out, and walked up past the
Toyota, where the driver was starting to get out of his car.
asshole,” he called to the Charger driver.
guy in the leather jacket turned around and glared back at him as
Mueller beckoned him back and showed him his badge.
got out at the same time and walked up along the other side of the
Toyota, glancing inside as she passed. The driver was a plump,
forty-something black man with no hair and anger on his face.
cut in front of the Toyota as the guy in the leather jacket came
back, her hand sweeping back to her hip and grabbing her gun as his
hand went under his jacket. She had her gun out of the holster and
the nose of the Glock raised by the time she saw he had pulled out a
startled him and wiped the scowl off his face.
I'm a cop!” he exclaimed.
walked forward and looked at the badge.
you should know better than to stick your hand under your jacket like
that,” he snapped, waving at Jamie.
holstered the gun, glaring at the idiot and trying to tamp down the
sudden rush of adrenaline.
want him arrested!” the Black guy demanded.
looked up the street, then back at the guy in the jacket.
your car over to the right behind that garbage bin up ahead,” he
turned to the Corolla driver. “You too, in behind him.”
walked back to the Tahoe while Jamie just walked ahead into the empty
lane and onto the sidewalk, and was waiting for the guy in the Dodge
when he pulled in and got out.
your name and what precinct are you from?” she asked.
from the 34th,” he said.
wrote it down in her notebook as he glared at her.
writing that down!?” he exclaimed.
raised her eyes. “That's what I do so I don't forget shit,” she
face shifted expressions. “Look, I was angry. I lost my temper,”
he said. “I shouldn't have hit the guy. But it was just like, a
little slap, that's all, nothing serious.”
like more of a punch than a slap to me,” she said.
Toyota driver got out of his car, but didn't try to come forward,
instead turning to Mueller as he pulled in behind him and got out of
can make this thing go away,” Billings said.
we? You got a time machine?”
glared at her, then walked back to where Mueller was interviewing the
victim. Jamie followed to see Mueller looking closely at the guy's
upper lip, which was bleeding.
I didn't mean to hit you,” Billings told the guy.
man looked at him in disbelief. “What, you punched me in the face
wasn't a punch,” Billings said. “It was like, just a little jab.
You were the one screaming and yelling at me.”
were the asshole who came back and called me a fat bald fuck!” the
glared at him angrily.
you should watch who you give the finger to if you don't want them
coming back to discuss it!” he snapped.
you should learn to drive!”
go stand over there,” Mueller said, pointing at the other side of
glanced at Jamie, who grabbed Billings' arm lightly.
on,” she said.
shook his arm off angrily. “Let go of my fuckin' arm,” he
want me to put you face down on the pavement?” she demanded.
glared at her, looked at Mueller, who folded his arms across his
chest and gave him a sour look, then turned and went back where he
was told. Jamie followed while Mueller talked to the Black guy.
guys in Midtown must be pretty bored since you got nothing else to
worry about but a few pickpockets and shoplifters,” he sneered.
got a shitty attitude, Billings,” she said. “Maybe that plays in
Harlem but it don't go over down here.”
Well, in Harlem cops look after each other!”
huh. You think we should just let you go? And then this guy goes to
the papers with it and we wind up taking the fall? I don't think so.”
let me talk to that fat fuck. You can bet he won't be interested in
pressing charges when I'm done with him, and he'll apologize for his
snotty attitude, too!”
must be real popular in Harlem,” she said dryly.
Harlem, people know how to show respect for cops!” he snapped.
they drive better than you.”
the fuck does that mean?”
if you'd cut in front of me I'd have given you the finger, too.”
you want me to give you a finger, baby? Guess where I'll put it!?”
he snapped, leaning in against her.
your zits away from me, steroid boy,” she said, pushing him back.
you, bitch!” he said.
hand came up and slapped the notebook out of her hand, and Jamie
grabbed his wrist and twisted sharply, spinning him around as he
cursed in pain. Her other hand came up behind his neck and shoved him
down hard across the hood of his car as Mueller appeared behind her.
fuckin' cunt!” Billings snarled.
cursed, then jerked his other arm in behind him as Jamie brought her
cuffs out, and they quickly cuffed his wrists behind him.
the fuck!? What the fuck are you doing!?” he demanded.
reached under his leather jacket and pulled his gun out of the
holster, handing it to Jamie.
your fucking hands off me, asshole!”
sergeant to you, Billings. And I'd advise you keep your big stupid
mouth shut,” Mueller said.
impulse control on this guy,” Jamie said.
Black guy was observing all this with satisfaction, and walked
forward to stand on the other side of the Charger, smirking across
look so tough now, do you?” he said.
jerked upright, trying to pull himself free of her grasp and Mueller
yanked him back and slammed him down against the hood of his car
Frank, would you please go back to your car and wait for me?” he
a handcuffed Billings into the booking area at the precinct was a
noisy affair. He didn't outright resist but was constantly yelling
around at those around him.
never thought I'd see the day cops would arrest a brother officer for
a traffic offense!” he yelled.
pushed him forward.
cops don't rat each other out!”
says you're real?” Jamie asked.
you, bitch!” he snarled.
steroids much?” she asked.
grabbed his collar as he turned to yell at her again and shoved him
I'm sure you'll be real welcome the next time you guys come to
Harlem!” Billings shouted.
and I sure do love going up there and sightseeing,” Jamie replied.
ain't helping,” Mueller snapped.
rolled her eyes but subsided.
sure you'll both get a gold star from Internal Affairs!” Billings
exclaimed. “Maybe that's your next transfer, huh?”
Mueller shoved him against the booking desk, where a white uniformed
sergeant looked on unimpressed.
can get it from my badge!” Billings said, glaring at her.
assault in the third degree,” Mueller told the booking sergeant.
Billings demanded. “You don't even give me 120.1?! What kind of a
cop are you!?”
degree assault in New York came in two parts, intentional and
unintentional, with the former being more severe. Despite the wording
both forms were 'intentional' but the first was one that caused
damage and pain, and the second didn't.
were a lot of cops looking on by now, and Mueller grabbed Billings by
the scruff of the neck and jerked him in close.
had this worked out you, moron! I had the complainant most of the way
towards dropping it! Then you had to act like a brainless asshole!”
shook him, though Billings was not a small man, then roughly turned
him and shoved him against the booking counter again. “Now shut
your mouth except to answer the sergeant's questions!”
processed Billings, which in his case not only involved the usual
forms but going to the Lieutenant so he could contact Internal
Affairs. Jamie was new enough to not think that was a big deal, at
least, emotionally. She was from a cop family, but most of them were
white-caps – starting with her grandfather who was an assistant
had some of the ordinary cop's disdain for Internal Affairs, but not
a lot of it. When they were worrying themselves over petty things she
agreed with the general attitude that they were 'the rat squad',
which didn't mean they caught rats, but were rats.
when it came to cops outright willingly breaking the law, and doing
so in a stupid fashion, she was a lot less resentful. A uniformed cop
who they went after for being disrespectful to a witness, for
example, or taking a free meal from a restaurant had her sympathies.
The cop who beat up his girlfriend in Brooklyn last month and put her
in the hospital, on the other hand, deserved whatever he got.
there was the cop at a heart attack call, who followed the paramedics
in the house, and then as he followed them out, while they attended
to the sick man and pushed the stretcher, helped himself to an Ipod
sitting on the table by the door, sliding it into his pocket as he
realizing there was a camera on the ceiling of the porch which caught
him doing it.
didn't have much sympathy for stupid, and as far as she was concerned
Billings was either genuine grade-A stupid, or, more likely, a guy
who was using steroids to bulk himself up. From his edginess, his
temper, and his skin, she thought it was the latter.
and Mueller returned to their desks after talking to the Lieutenant
to finish the paperwork, and she caught Taylor glowering at her.
Taylor was the newest addition to Midtown North's Anti-crime squad.
He was a couple of inches shorter than her, slender, with slicked
back blonde hair. Thus far he had failed to endear himself to anyone
there, most especially to her or Mueller.
Mueller decided on assignments Taylor had been spending a lot of time
in the office going over records and cleaning up their filing system.
He was not, to put it mildly, happy about that, and felt he ought to
be out on the streets fighting crime the way they did in the Bronx,
where he'd come from.
far his one assignment with Jamie, hadn't turned out very well. He'd
given them away to a suspect, who Jamie had to then chase through the
streets and down to the subway before capturing. Then he'd tried to
pretend it was her fault despite being in the lobby of an expensive
condominium building with closed circuit cameras and wired for sound.
Mueller, nor the detectives they'd been canvasing for witnesses for
had been impressed, and the detectives squad had made several
requests for assistance from Anti-crime since, for things like
searching garbage bins and interviewing street people, where Mueller
had assigned Taylor.
of course, blamed Jamie for his problems. Not only had she made it
clear she had no interest in sleeping with him but she'd run off
after the suspect after he'd been pushed into a delivery man and
fallen down, and had gotten to make the bust he'd wanted on his
took off her shirt as she looked over the paperwork, then yawned,
which made her stretch and arch her back. She knew very well Taylor's
eyes would be caught by that, but feigned ignorance. She knew she was
being bitchy, showing him what he wanted but was never going to have,
but it satisfied something in her.
hung around as she tapped away at the keyboard, and she deliberately
ignored him, then when he carried an armload of files out the door
she looked up with a brief smile.