"Do you understand why you are here?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Hand over your badge, please."
She did.
LaRoche, head of Professional Standards, his stare serene and severe, glanced at her badge. "Such a powerful little thing. Without it, you're just someone who asks around and carries a pistol."
She said nothing.
"You may take it back."
"Sir?"
"Comes around, goes around." He winked and smiled, something she'd never known he could do. Then he seemed severe again. "With this badge alone you can protect him from anything short of murder. Without it he's done. Take it back."