For a long time, Doyle stood in the station house doorway, as if he were looking for the right way to proceed. Peering at the parking lot, memories came flooding back. He’d headed out for more assignments than he could remember from this parking lot. He’d ridden on those assignments with two partners before Kord. It was here that he’d returned when those assignments were over, including the one that ended in the Incident.
He still remembered that day clearer than any other. Bloodied and covered in dust, dragging himself back to the squad room. An ignominious return from an assignment gone bad. That career changing Incident, the details of which he could never reveal so his old partner would remain protected, was his undoing. He remembered and saw clearly how that day had led to this one.
