WE ENJOY DINNER THAT night at the Rectory—meatloaf and mashed potatoes, with Helen providing salad and dessert courtesy of The Muffin Man. She does not bring up what we discussed earlier in the day, but instead fills me in on a mentorship program for new officers, in which more seasoned veterans are assigned to keep an eye on them.
“But isn’t that what they do anyway?” I ask. “I mean, I remember seeing something like that on Adam 12.”
“It is similar, in that they do have a training officer when they first join the department. This is for after they’ve finished training. I want them to have someone that they can go to with questions or even complaints about me, someone that they can talk with about their personal life if need be. The truth is that while I am perfectly comfortable being a
