Chapter FourVeronika was walking along the Bowery at the crack of dawn that Monday morning dressed in a worn blue hoodie, a black T-shirt and jeans, and black steel-tip shoes. She had her hair tied back in a bun, and it was getting frizzy since she went without washing it over the weekend. She didn't have any makeup, clipped her nails and removed her polish. She had gone frowsy when they infiltrated the hacker ring, but this was different. She had a plastic comb and five dollars to her name. The reality of what she had gotten herself into was sinking in with every step, and she knew that this was truly what could be termed as paying one's dues.
Being a police officer was, in a lot of ways, like being part of the biggest gang in the City. When one was wearing their badge or in uniform, no
