There are written rules and unwritten rules, and I hit one of each on my first day in the department. The unwritten rule said the new detective got the worst job.
Which on that morning was to follow a written rule: City hospitals were required to report gunshot victims, and the department was required to investigate.
Boring work, and likely fruitless. But rules were rules. Times two for a woman in a man’s world. So off I went. I got the worst car, obviously, with no GPS on the dash and no maps in the glove box, but I found the hospital easily enough.
It was a large beige building southeast of downtown. I showed my shiny new shield and was directed to the fifth floor. Not exactly the ICU, they said, but the same kind of thing.
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