Chapter 10
Walking down the sidewalk toward his car, Kitka thought wistfully of Bruce Willis's version of cop life. Not that he got much of a chance to watch television shows — without a satellite dish there wasn't much reception. But he'd seen movies on video. God, sometimes he wished there was the kind of action in his life as there was in the movies. In real life it wasn't that way. Action was what the perp did to the victim. All too often, the cops were called in only to clean up the mess others had left. Police work was mostly talking to people. Asking them where they were, what did they see, what happened. Comparing one person's story to the next. Cross checking everything. Interspersed with talking with people was endless paperwork.
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