Chapter Nineteen
CHAD
“Have a seat.”
Captain Martinez gestured toward the hard plastic chair in front of his desk. We’d always had a decent relationship, but he was more aloof with me than with the other patrol officers. I suspected a little homophobia on his part, but since he’d never done more than be a little standoffish, I wouldn’t hold that against him. Hopefully, he respected my work enough to treat me fairly.
“You’ve been an outstanding member of the force for twelve years now. Most guys in your shoes don’t consider retirement until they hit the quarter century mark. But, I think you should consider it.” Martinez squinted his eyes at me, waiting for a reaction. I didn’t know what to say. Retirement had never entered my thoughts.
“Is there something you want to tell me?” I asked
