#the cracked shield

@selfiesun

The job wasn't glamorous, it wasn't a 9 to 5 sort of thing, it demanded every bit of your soul and mind. Just as New York demands your body and heart. He was out there every day. Being a vice cop meant dealing with the underbelly of regret and misery that came with the turf of seedy criminal enterprises. Yeah, he won't admit it, but hes been bribed. Think of it this way, if he ratted out half the mob bosses and crooks between Wall, and Main Street he would be dead in the shower by an "accident". It was a fact of life. He slid into his mustang and adjusted his tie and suit. He was working higher ups today. Investigating witnesses and whatnot. Have to maintain a profile and reputation. Good looks. Normally, he would roll biker style and bring a leather jacket. He sighed and traced the underside of the steering wheel to slip the keys into ignition. The mustang soared to life with a purr and he was down the beat in no time.