“Road sergeant on scene?” Amanda looked directly at Joe Spackman and had to consciously not cringe.
A baby cop, a sulky teenager, and now this. Can it get any worse?
“I think you all know who I am,” Spackman began, chest puffing out as he glanced at Amanda. “Sergeant Joseph Spackman, District Road Sergeant.”
A whistle came from someone in the room, followed by a soft chanting of “Jo-ey, Jo-ey.”
“Gentlemen…?” Amanda called out.
“Yeah. C’mon, guys. Show the girl some respect,” Spackman declared.
“Thank you for that,” Amanda commented, sure that a wad of phlegm was rising in her throat as she rammed the thought of her and Joe Spackman together back into the realm of station gossip where it belonged. “Continue.”
“I was the road boss when the call came over. I detailed officers to
