“Feel better?” Hsu asked as he handed Nick a coffee.
Anyone on the force who had spent any time on the streets was familiar with the department shrink. But everyone who paid a visit to the LAPD psychologist never really let loose everything that was bothering them. There was an unspoken code to unload just enough personal information and emotional vulnerability to be reassigned to active duty. Anything deeper meant a report to superiors and further visits until the patient wised up to playing the game. Nick was sure to describe the dreams he’d been having. Nighttime visitations of his deceased mother. Gruesome visions of an entertainment assistant’s head exploding. The cycling faces of the important women in his life accusing him of betrayal. Reminders of everything he had gone through in
