Two weeks after arriving at District 4, Joey’s morale was still sinking—if that was possible. During his brief time on patrol, Joey’s attitude towards the Transit Police had only been reinforced with assignment to a parade of hairbags whose idea of being a training officer consisted of showing him where the best cooping rooms were located.
On a Thursday evening, Joey was in a particularly foul mood as he entered the district. He was returning after two refreshing regular days off to begin his rotation of four midnight shifts. Before entering the locker room, he paused at the railing where a wooden shelf displayed the roll call assignments for the tour. Joey’s eyes scanned the sheets until he found GALENO. He was assigned to work at Broadway-Lafayette with MOYLAN. Joey knew nothing about P
