protests.
Victoria turned to her partner to see him shaking his head.
“You’re not doing that,” Steve said in a very calm voice.
Sargent Banner shouted over the protests. “It’s her job!”
Victoria noticed that the weasel made sure not to direct his comments to Steve.
Her gigantic partner didn’t respond well to being yelled at.
“This came from way above me! We don’t have time to train this new girl, and
we’re running out of time! Officer Price knew what she was signing up for when
she came to vice!”
The drunk asshole continued to talk about Victoria like she wasn’t in the room,
and she’d had enough.
She held her hand up to shut him up and said, “Yes, I knew what I signed up for
when I came to vice, and I accept the fact that I have a dangerous job. What I
didn’t sign up for was to die stupidly. I am an undercover officer. You and the
so called ‘powers that be’ have put me in a uniform and shoved me in front of
damn near the entire city of Chicago. Now I’m bait for a fucking killer?!”
Sargent Banner gathered his things and walked out the room mumbling over his
shoulder, “You’ll do your job.”
Victoria stood and walked out of the noisy room. She walked over to her desk
and sat at the computer. She looked up to see Deon, Steve, and Miguel
approaching her desk.
Deon looked at Victoria like she’d grown a second head and asked, “What the
hell are you doing?”
“My job,” she answered as she returned her attention to the computer.
She heard Steve say, “Vic, this ain’t a good idea.”
Without looking up, Victoria asked, “What am I supposed to do? Say no and lose
my spot in vice?” She looked up at a worried Steve and continued, “I’ve worked
too hard to get here. Don’t worry so much. What are the odds that this guy
actually saw me at the Taste or could even recognize me if he saw me again?”
After logging onto the call girl website, she uploaded a picture and completed
her profile. After ten minutes of listening to her teammate’s protests, she
looked up and saw Natasha leaning against a file cabinet looking lost and out
of place. Sargent Banner had walked out of the room without giving her any
instructions. Victoria stood and walked over to her.
“Hey, Natasha. You should ride with me and my partner
so that you can learn the ropes.” Victoria suggested.
Natasha looked grateful as she nodded in response. Victoria looked over at
Steve and said, “Come on, big man. Let’s go hit the street.”
Four hours later and halfway into her shift, Victoria was strutting up and down
Madison
Avenue
with Steve and Natasha eyeballing her from a hidden location when a white
pick-up truck pulled to the curb. The driver honked the horn, and Victoria
walked over to the truck’s passenger side window. The window lowered, and the
smell of alcohol smacked Victoria in the face. Inside the truck was a small man
with dark hair and eyes.
She rested her elbows on the window seal and smiled. “Hey, baby. You looking to party with me?”
He wrinkled his forehead and Victoria realized that he didn’t speak English, so
she changed direction. “ Hola papi . Quieres ir de fiesta conmigo ?”
The man seemed clearly relieved, but Victoria knew that it wouldn’t have
mattered if she was fluent in Spanish or not. He would have just used hand
gestures instead.
He responded. “ Hola sexy. Cuantro para cojerte toda la noche ?”
The man’s breath was searing Victoria’s nostrils, so
Victoria turned to her partner to see him shaking his head.
“You’re not doing that,” Steve said in a very calm voice.
Sargent Banner shouted over the protests. “It’s her job!”
Victoria noticed that the weasel made sure not to direct his comments to Steve.
Her gigantic partner didn’t respond well to being yelled at.
“This came from way above me! We don’t have time to train this new girl, and
we’re running out of time! Officer Price knew what she was signing up for when
she came to vice!”
The drunk asshole continued to talk about Victoria like she wasn’t in the room,
and she’d had enough.
She held her hand up to shut him up and said, “Yes, I knew what I signed up for
when I came to vice, and I accept the fact that I have a dangerous job. What I
didn’t sign up for was to die stupidly. I am an undercover officer. You and the
so called ‘powers that be’ have put me in a uniform and shoved me in front of
damn near the entire city of Chicago. Now I’m bait for a fucking killer?!”
Sargent Banner gathered his things and walked out the room mumbling over his
shoulder, “You’ll do your job.”
Victoria stood and walked out of the noisy room. She walked over to her desk
and sat at the computer. She looked up to see Deon, Steve, and Miguel
approaching her desk.
Deon looked at Victoria like she’d grown a second head and asked, “What the
hell are you doing?”
“My job,” she answered as she returned her attention to the computer.
She heard Steve say, “Vic, this ain’t a good idea.”
Without looking up, Victoria asked, “What am I supposed to do? Say no and lose
my spot in vice?” She looked up at a worried Steve and continued, “I’ve worked
too hard to get here. Don’t worry so much. What are the odds that this guy
actually saw me at the Taste or could even recognize me if he saw me again?”
After logging onto the call girl website, she uploaded a picture and completed
her profile. After ten minutes of listening to her teammate’s protests, she
looked up and saw Natasha leaning against a file cabinet looking lost and out
of place. Sargent Banner had walked out of the room without giving her any
instructions. Victoria stood and walked over to her.
“Hey, Natasha. You should ride with me and my partner
so that you can learn the ropes.” Victoria suggested.
Natasha looked grateful as she nodded in response. Victoria looked over at
Steve and said, “Come on, big man. Let’s go hit the street.”
Four hours later and halfway into her shift, Victoria was strutting up and down
Madison
Avenue
with Steve and Natasha eyeballing her from a hidden location when a white
pick-up truck pulled to the curb. The driver honked the horn, and Victoria
walked over to the truck’s passenger side window. The window lowered, and the
smell of alcohol smacked Victoria in the face. Inside the truck was a small man
with dark hair and eyes.
She rested her elbows on the window seal and smiled. “Hey, baby. You looking to party with me?”
He wrinkled his forehead and Victoria realized that he didn’t speak English, so
she changed direction. “ Hola papi . Quieres ir de fiesta conmigo ?”
The man seemed clearly relieved, but Victoria knew that it wouldn’t have
mattered if she was fluent in Spanish or not. He would have just used hand
gestures instead.
He responded. “ Hola sexy. Cuantro para cojerte toda la noche ?”
The man’s breath was searing Victoria’s nostrils, so
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