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San Francisco, the next day…
The sun had barely risen, and the street cleaners were just finishing their nightly rounds washing away yesterday’s remnants. This was a good thing because morning couldn’t come quick enough for Bette Porter. She wanted to access certain files for a particularly risky and unsanctioned mission, and the less prying eyes, the better. A quick check of the time as she exited the elevator at 850 Bryant confirmed she was right on schedule. She estimated she’d have at least two hours before anyone else in the squad room would roll in, but she was wrong. Eric had beat her in.
“Do you ever go home?” Bette announced as she turned the corner toward her and Eric’s desks.
Eric peaked up from his computer terminal just long enough to reply, “I don’t have a pretty wife like you do to keep me in bed…so, no…except to catch a few winks and shower.”
Bette hadn’t given it much thought before, but Eric led a very lonely life. He lived alone in a small apartment, only spoke of a brother who went to basketball and baseball games with him, and as far as she knew, his only friends were on the job. What a waste, she thought. He was still young, tall, fit, relatively handsome, and the kindest, most loyal man she had ever met. Definitely husband material. She wondered why he never married, but now wasn’t the time; they needed to get to work.
She removed her outer coat and slung it over the back of her chair. “Are you in?”
“Yeah. I gotta hand it to the gang task force; they keep good notes.”
Bette logged onto her computer terminal, then asked, “How do you want to divide this up?”
“I’m almost halfway through GTF, why don’t you start with vice?”
“You got it.”
Bette started to access the case files flagged by vice for the last 12 months. Her goal was to gather as quickly as possible the name of every snitch used by every detective in the city for the past year.
They each knew what they were looking for, names, addresses, hangouts, and affiliations, of anyone who provided actionable intelligence on anything drug or gang-related. Each worked independently in silence, compiling their lists and making notes until they heard the elevator ding just down the hallway.