Double Strands
It started innocently enough—rack time following the East Coast rapists' capture, sleeping in the crib in the bunk next to his. He wasn't her partner, not really, so it wasn't exactly comfortable. He was her superior, her Sergeant. The strangeness of it woke her up after only an hour. She opened her eyes and saw they were facing each other across the space between the beds. It was the first time she'd ever seen him without his signature dark glasses. He looked more tired, more haunted without them. Amanda began to wonder if her eyes would begin to look like that if she stayed in this squad too long. But she was determined to stay, to stick it out—she wasn't some green rookie, new to the game. She could do this. She would do this. With that mantra solidified in her mind, Amanda closed her eyes again. This time when she woke up, she'd been sleeping for a few hours and Sergeant Munch was gone.