Detective Madison Knight and her fellow officers at Stiles PD face a close and personal loss when one of their own is gunned down and forced to make the ultimate sacrifice. In the Line of Duty explores more than just a crime scene; it illuminates the camaraderie and loyalty behind the badge.
Enjoy the following excerpt taken from Chapter 4:
Madison walked through the station, feeling as though time was moving in slow motion as she first headed to her desk. Once there, she took a seat and opened the bottom drawer, nausea swirling in her gut as she pulled out a clear plastic Baggie. It was where she kept her mourning band. She’d hoped to never need it again…
She pulled it out, and for a few seconds, she held onto it, letting her fingers dip into the thin ribbing in the half-inch-wide black cloth. She unclipped her badge from its holder and slipped the band on, carefully placing it so that it ran horizontally across the center of her badge. As she stared down at the badge, thinking about what that simple band of black meant, a single tear crept down her cheek. But she didn’t have time to dwell on her fallen brother and grieve right now.
She swiped at her eyes and returned the Baggie to the drawer and headed for the briefing.
Even with her detour, she beat Sergeant Winston there. Sovereign and Stanford were already in the room along with about sixty officers. It was standing room only, and Madison scanned the crowd for Troy. But there was no sign of him or of her partner, Terry Grant. She didn’t see the police chief, either.
Andrea Fletcher, Troy’s older sister, had taken over the position almost seven months ago. To say she was a vast improvement over her predecessor was putting it mildly. Patrick McAlexandar was a chauvinist pig who had been in bed with the Russian mafia—the same mafia that almost killed her five months ago. And she was certain there was still a hit out for her. She couldn’t allow the passage of time to lull her into thinking it had gone away. If McAlexandar’s track record wasn’t bad enough, he also had aspirations to be the city’s mayor, but Madison would do whatever she could to sabotage his efforts.
Terry walked into the room then and came over to her. She hugged her partner without hesitation. As much as they teased and rankled each other, he was like the brother she’d never had.
“I didn’t see you at the hospital,” she said as she released him.
“We must have just missed each other. I got there as soon as I could. Dani’s still not sleeping through the night.”
“She is only two months old,” she reminded him.
Spoken like someone who knew kids…which she didn’t.
“That’s what Annabelle tells me, and she’s such a good mother. Besides—” Terry gestured around the room “—complaining about the lack of sleep doesn’t really seem like a big deal in light of everything.” He fell silent for a few seconds and then added, “I can’t believe he’s gone.”
“Me neither.” The nausea that had settled into the pit of her gut didn’t seem like it would be going away anytime soon.
Sergeant Winston entered the room, his mourning band also on his badge. Terry was working on getting his band in place, too.
The sergeant stood at the front of the room. He cleared his throat, and all the chatter stopped. “As you may have heard, Officer Barry Weir was shot and killed this morning.”
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