I sat on my living room couch, searching on Indeed. There were plenty of job listings, though none centered around books or libraries. Most of my choices consisted of working part time as a summer employee or going to Bristol, Tennessee. I needed a full-time job lasting me beyond August and one that didn’t require an hour-long commute.
Slowly, I was starting to feel bad for myself, letting a pity party start to form. A part of me envied people who were born to do something and embraced it at an early age.
My dad knew he wanted to be a detective. He had watched Stone, start out as a beat cop and move up the ranks until he became Chief. A sense of justice took root and sprouted over time. But being a small-town cop wasn’t enough. After I graduated high school, Dad transferred to Nashville
