Chapter 17I field emergency and non-emergency calls all afternoon and dispatch a few of Black Falls police officers to scenes of domestic abuse, neighborly quarrels, and a frantic woman raving about her missing daughter. The morning ends on a high. Before I clock out for the day, I type out a detailed report of yesterday’s patrol shift with Officer Givens.
Close to five P.M., I hand my paperwork to the chief. On my way out of his office, he stops me. “You’re a day late. But I’ll accept it.” He buries it under a stack of papers piled high in a wire basket behind his desk. “You might also consider talking to someone,” he adds.
I grip the doorknob.
“We’ve got a counselor in the department,” he says. “Make an appointment. I’d recommend it.”
A beat. “I’ll think about it.”
“While you’re at
