“Hey, Vik, someone’s here to see you,” Lou yelled from the
bullpen towards the lounge. It was another hectic day at work and the precinct
was a flurry of activity. Police officers dressed in their blues milled about
shuffling papers back and forth to different departments as several
conversations shot off in every corner of the building concerning one case or
another.
With twenty-one active homicides and another three
aggregated from burglary, the detective’s bureau was stretched pretty thin.
Victoria had been working longer nights, some shifts totaling 48 hours without
breaks and she was doing all she could to stay on her feet and get her desk
cleared but it wasn’t easy. Between the gallons of coffee and tea she consumed
she had about a dozen witness testimonies to sift through and a handful of
interrogations to conduct.
