“I’m a DC police officer.”
“Oh, that’s cool. Do you know the first lady?”
“She’s my boss.”
“No shit! What’s she like?”
“She’s an inspirational leader, although she’d hate me saying that. She doesn’t like anyone fawning over her or treating her differently. She’s a cop’s cop in every possible way. I’m honored to work with her and learn from her. And P.S., she wouldn’t like me saying that either.”
“She sounds like a fun boss.”
“She is, but she’s also very focused and always looking for justice on behalf of our victims.”
“That’s cool. I’m Jeremy, by the way.”
“Neveah.”
“That’s heaven spelled backward, right?”
“It’s supposed to be, but my mother didn’t spell it correctly.”
“That’s funny.”
“She didn’t think so when it was too late to change the birth certificate without a major hassle.”
His low chuckle brought out a dimple on the right side of his face. “So if the first lady is your boss, then you’re a homicide detective?”
“I am.”
“Aren’t you, like, kinda young for that job?”
“I’ve been a police officer for nine years.”
“And you’re already a homicide detective?”
“I am.” She didn’t mention the hundreds of extra hours she’d worked at every rank to move toward the next one, or how she always gave one thousand percent to everything she did, which had been noticed by people who mattered.
“That’s hella impressive. Congratulations.”
“Thanks, although working the murder beat isn’t as much fun as it seems on TV.”
“I can’t imagine.”
“Most people can’t and are better off if they don’t.”
“I saw in the news that your boss’s nephew was one of the missing kids. I was glad to hear they were found safe.”
“Two of them were, including her nephew. The young girl is dead, though.”
“What? No way. I hadn’t heard that.”
“Yeah, it’s terrible.”
“Did you work that case?”
“I helped out where I could, but a different case is taking me to Spokane.”
“Oh, so it’s a work trip?”
