The day came, the speeches got made, the bars placed on her shiny new blue uniform. The Chief lauded her, as did the Major in charge of Personnel, and everyone else who talked about her during the day. Back at the offices of Homicide, late in the day, in the company of dear friends and co-workers she received the greatest of the accolades offered her on that memorable day.
Jim Cade, during a series of toasts and roasts, stood. His six-foot two-inch frame, still holding a solid two hundred twenty-five pounds, cut an imposing figure in the blue suit he wore in sync with the color of the day. "Several years ago," he said while raising his glass, "a young street officer came to the Homicide Office at my request. Jaime pointed to her in our conversations about a new detective, some fresh blood
