Chapter 1:

The stunning dark haired woman strode purposefully into the main lobby of the 29th precinct and approached the main desk. She was dressed for Wall Street and her heels clicked loudly on the stone floor. The majority of people who came up to the main desk were local residents. The only time someone in a fancy suit came in, was to complain about a ticket or some other infraction they felt they should not be held accountable for.

"Officer Jameson Reagan" she requested with authority.

The young officer on desk duty instantly decided his day couldn't get any worse. He was hesitant to question the identity of anyone asking to see his sergeant, especially since that sergeant shared a name with the police commissioner. He feared his name was already on the PC's radar after getting put on the desk due to a small street altercation that he chose not to break up with enough speed to satisfy his superiors.

"I'll have him paged for you. May I please have your name?" He picked up the pen, and poised it above the paper ready to scribe her response in his best 3rd grade penmanship. Despite getting assigned to the main lobby to answer phones for 3 days, the young officer genuinely respected his new sergeant. He was only here a few weeks and he had already shown more fairness toward the younger officers like himself than his predecessor. Three days off the street was much better than a rip. He would think twice before applying all the advice his training officer had given about "letting people work out their problems themselves." He was not prepared for her response.

"It is personal and confidential. He will remember me from his time at the 12th precinct. I would appreciate if you would tell him that there is an attorney here to see him." She passed the young officer her card.

"Great, just great." was what he thought. "I will let him know right away, maam" was what actually came out of his mouth.

Just then, one of the prankster veteran officers, named Charles, appeared out of nowhere without warning like a "bad penny" as his grandmother would have said.

"Officer Reagan's partner from the 12th is on duty and right around the corner." Officer Charles broke in. "Let me show you to a conference room and I'll send her in." The veteran officer winked at the rookie who looked like he was watching his career go down the drain in slow motion.

Without giving her much of a chance to object, she was ushered into a small private waiting area clearly designed for members of the public to meet with someone from the department without bringing them upstairs or into any of the areas of the precinct where arrests were being processed or questioning was taking place. She figured it wasn't what she wanted but at least it was a start. Showing up at the 12th precinct earlier had resulted in little more that the knowledge that Jamie had transferred to the 2-9. She only got that much because she ran into a detective who had gone through the academy with Jamie and vaguely remembered her.

"I'll have Officer Janko come right over to talk to you. If Reagan is tied up, Janko will be able to contact him for sure." Charles chuckled to himself because he was pretty sure from the woman's body language that this was a "personal" friend of Sergeant Reagan. He anxiously awaited the show that would take place when his fiancé walked into the room.