Chapter 18The monotonous voice pounding through the phone was making Gabriel Bronson more nervous by the second, repressing his ambitions back into the depressive domain of alcoholic fermentation and self-loathing.
“It’s simply procedure. We’ll contact you over the next two weeks. It’s a paperwork thing, these things take time. It’ll be done, but I can’t tell you when.” the man from the human resources department of the San Antonio police precinct said lazily and sluggishly, while Gabe was running his left hand over his face and trying to crush the phone with his right. He didn’t believe this was possible – Janine had assured him that her father would be able to quickly get Gabe a uniform. The former detective and the recent English language substitute teacher only needed to pass the phys
