June 13
My door might say Interim Chief Vick, but now my desk says Chief.
My husband made me a nameplate in his workshop.
Chief Karen Vick.
It was just what I needed to get me through the day today.
I don't know how he knew…
I don't think my constant complaining over the last few days could have tipped him off that was I upset at all…
I prefer to think he's just intuitive.
June 14
As of today, all other cases are officially on the back burner.
The McCallum kidnapping is now top priority.
And guess whose department is taking the lead.
I'm sure the fact that McCallum is a personal friend of both the Mayor and the DA and will be scrutinizing every move I make has nothing to do with them assigning it to my precinct.
If I screw this up…
If Carlton screws this up or steps on the wrong toes this time…
If anyone so much as makes a single misstep…
It's on me.
I'm done.
It was a really bad morning to have an ultrasound scheduled.
June 15
I may have found my miracle.
At least, I may have found a facsimile of one.
And it came from a place I never would have thought to look.
A psychic.
Well, alleged psychic.
And even alleged is being generous at this point.
But he did call in a tip that closed one of those cases they were breathing down my neck about.
And he solved another case while he was at the station…I still don't know how he did that one…
And he's the son of an old friend.
An old friend who was one of the best cops I ever knew.
If this kid is half as sharp as his father was…and something tells me is…psychic or not, he'll be more help than I've had since I started here.
This is how desperate I've become. I've asked for help from a smart-aleck kid who may or may not be psychic just because something about him reminds me of his father.
Well, that and because after only ten minutes in interrogation, he had Carlton more rattled than I've ever seen him.
Anyone who can do that is okay by me.