Chapter One
Bette
The only thing I ever wanted to be was a cop. My Father was a cop on the streets of Chicago and his Father before him. I attended the University of Illinois at Chicago and eventually earned a Masters of Arts in Criminal Justice. My advisor wanted to recommend me to federal agencies like the DEA or the FBI, based on my high academic ranking. I told him thank you, but no, I wanted to work the streets of Chicago. It’s in my blood, my family DNA I suppose.
After I passed the written exam, I was placed on a prequalified applicant list based on the lottery system. As positions became available, the applicants on the waiting list would be called for further processing. Even though there was a hiring freeze and hundreds of people had passed the exam before me, my application
