Jim Dunbar always led a charmed life. Well, not always, there was the childhood he chose not to think about. But once he left Schenectady and shook off those awful memories, it was smooth sailing. Truth be told, it wasn't all smooth sailing. Who knew that two months after he enlisted that Saddam Hussein would invade Kuwait and Jim would end up on the front lines knee deep in sand and surrounded by spiders as big as hubcaps. But since his return from the Gulf, Jim was sitting in butter. He met and married Christie, the hottest babe in the bar and within the NYPD his star was on the rise.
He had made detective quicker than he could have hoped. He respected his partner and together, he and Terry closed cases. Praise came from all levels. His superiors respected his work, and beat cops looked up to him.
Yep, Jim had it good. A great job, a great, wife, and a little something (named Anne Donnelly), on the side.
All that changed that fateful day at the bank. Now he felt as though the bloody had of fate grabbed him by the neck and shook him. Shook him, then poked out both of his eyes.