“Dirty cop”. I hate that expression. Like people think we take pleasure in hurting them. We don’t. We joined the force to try to make the city safer, plain and simple. We just didn’t know how impossible that is. Not in this city, where the self-styled “crime princess” can outright say she runs the city, and nobody will argue. Not when every state official, from the street sweepers to the governor, freely admits to being in her pocket. That’s why it’s not fair to blame us. We want to help. Our hands are just tied.
I joined the force a year and a half ago. My partner, Charlie Greenbeck, joined two years before me. We both joined with naïve visions of cleaning up the city and reforming the force. We were both jaded within months.
I took a slow sip of my cold coffee and stared out the passenger window of our car. In the driver’s seat, my partner did the same. “Quiet tonight.” I muttered. He nodded. “Too damn cold