suggest anything to Tropper, and you shouldn’t either. I think the Sarge got into the academy with a GED. So now you know why he sneers at you.”
Beaudry locked eyes with her.
“It’s something you should be aware of, Cindy. The guys and gals you’re working with are the salt of America. Lots of us are ex-military. We’re G-workers who hate the nine-to-five, but still want a good pension. You’re from another planet—a college brat who somehow wandered into law enforcement. Not only college, but a private college—”
“Let’s not forget an Ivy Leaguer.”
“See, that’s what I mean!” Beaudry pounded the table for emphasis.
“I’m sorry.” She tried to stop smiling. “It was just too tempting—”
“Forget it.”
“Graham, I hear you.” She poked her finger into the suds and licked it. “You know, if the guys think I grew up rich, then they’re stupid. My father climbed through the ranks the hard way.”
“Which brings us to another point, Decker. You gotta stop talking about your father—”
“Ah, c’mon! Now you’re getting personal!”
“I’m just telling you for your own good.”
“Do I do anything right?”
“Not much.”
Cindy looked away, biting her lip to control her rising temper.
Beaudry said, “Every time we start shooting the bull, talking about the day, you say things like, ‘Yeah, my father once had a case like that.’”
“I’m trying to relate.”
“It pisses people off. It makes them think that their experiences are nothin’ special. Everyone wants to feel special. You already feel special because you’ve got all this college. You gotta remember that the average Joe on the force is a high school graduate, maybe a couple of years at a junior college like me. If you’re real smart, okay, you do a four-year state, then enter the academy with the idea of doing the gold.”
“Like my dad—”
“Stop mentioning your dad. He isn’t a legend, Decker, he’s a pencil pusher.”
For the first time, Cindy was genuinely offended. “That’s crap, Beaudry! He was down in the trenches when the Order blew up.”
“Yeah, and a lot of people have said he could have handled that better.”
Her face grew red with anger. “What a truckload of bullshit!” She whispered fiercely. “He saved dozens of kids—”
“But lots of adults were pulverized—”
“He wasn’t in charge, Graham. He wasn’t calling the shots!” She winced. “Ah, screw it! I’ve had enough.”
Beaudry caught her arm before she got up. “I’m not criticizing your dad, Cindy. Just repeating what I’ve heard. You gotta know these things.” He let go of her. “Otherwise, you’re working blind.”
She didn’t answer, staring at the bottom of her empty glass. Beaudry said, “Take a refill.”
“No, thanks,” she said stiffly.
Within moments, a waitress appeared. She wore a low-cut red tank top, a petticoat-red miniskirt topped by a white, ruffled apron, and red heels. Her hair was short, blond, and sprayed stiff. She placed a glass of beer in front of Beaudry.
“How about another for my partner, Jasmine,” he said.
“I’m fine, thank you,” Cindy said.
Under the table, Beaudry kicked her.
“On the other hand, another would go down real smooth.” Cindy gave the waitress her empty glass and a ten spot.
Jasmine smiled. “Boss says that tonight it’s on the house. Just as long as you don’t get greedy.”
“What did I do to rate?”
“He’s been watching you. You came three times this week. He wants to reward your loyalty.”
“Tell him thanks.” Cindy forced herself to smile. “Really. And keep the bread.”
Jasmine’s smile turned into a grin. “A cop with class. Be back in a minute.”
When she was gone, Beaudry said, “Ten’s a big tip.”
“Easy come, easy go.”
He slid his glass across the table. “Here, take mine.”
“No, that’s okay.” She slid it back.
He took a long swig. “You’re pissed, Decker. You look like my wife did when I fucked up with her anniversary gift.”
“I’m fine.”
Beaudry waved her off. “The gossip about your dad is sour grapes, Cin. The little guys getting back at the one who’s made it. Any of us would love to be in Big Decker’s shoes. But that’s not the point. You keeping talking about Daddy, it looks like you’re hanging on to his coattails. It also reminds the rank and file that they haven’t gotten as far. Not that your dad doesn’t deserve it. His rep is a good one. But you gotta stop being so concerned about him and start being more concerned about yourself. Start thinking about what you’ve done lately.”
Again, Cindy averted her glance. She reached across the table and took Beaudry’s brew. “So getting back to Tropper … what do I do?”
“Tell him you have some free time and it makes you antsy. Ask him if he needs any favors.”
“He’ll say no.”
“Course, he’ll say no. Then you say something about the pile of crap lying inside his ‘in’ box. You say something like, ‘Hey, Sarge. Lemme clear some of your paperwork. I’m doing some of my own reports. Lemme type up a couple of your handwritten ones.’”
“He’ll see right through it.”
“Yeah, he will. He’ll know you’re trying to kiss ass. But I bet he’ll take you up on it. He’ll act like it’s no big deal. Real casual. But he’ll remember it.”
“And that’ll be that?”
“That’ll be that.” Beaudry looked around the place. It was filling up by the minute. “I’ve got to get home to Sherri and the kids. What’s today?”
“Today’s the twenty-first.”
“What day of the week?”
“Thursday.”
“Ah … that’s our chili night. That’s a
