Page 10 - The Peggy's - Chapter 1

themselves. When she challenged him, he laughed. Made a lot of noise about how he
couldn’t take her on since he was obviously superior to her in all ways.
When she threw him down the first time, everyone snickered. All considered it to be
a lucky break. Even a mouse could catch a lucky break. At five foot two and slightly
built, Rowena posed no threat to the six foot three athlete who Abede posed as. Until
she did it again. And again, and again.

Rowena took the man down so many times it became painful. When Abede lost his
cool and tried to hurt her, Rowena ended it by kicking his balls so hard they had to be
surgically dropped back into position.
“Why am I here?” Rowena asked without looking at Police Commissioner Abede.
“Get out of the goddamn car Roe,” the Chief of Detective’s snarled.

If Rowena hated anything in this life, it was being called Roe. Even if it was her
nickname when they were all back at the Academy. She looked out the cruiser’s
window. There, in the early morning mist, was the police commissioner, the chief of
detectives, and the chief of internal affairs. Her old job. One which should have been
labeled internal affairs and covert operations since Rowena handled them both. Until.
Well, until she was given a choice.
“Fuck off Ameila,” Rowena answered as she stared at the tent. A place beginning to
slow down. People were waiting. Waiting for something else to happen. Something
Rowena was certain involved her. “I’m not getting out of this cruiser until I decide it’s
in my best interest. So, don’t bother ordering me because I am now a lowly desk
sergeant. In fact, you can all fuck off. By the looks of what’s happening down there, I
don’t want to get involved. Not with four months left. So, tell me Abede, why should
I?”
“Because you haven’t retired yet,” Police Commissioner Abede answered. This time
his tone wasn’t harsh but sad. “This was your case then and it is your case now. At
least as far as the media and the FBI are concerned.”

“It’s obviously copycats,” Rowena answered. “I caught the real killers a little under
five years ago.”
“Yes,” Abede answered. “You did. You upstaged everyone. Including our friends at
the FBI and Homeland Security. Even the CIA got involved in that last one. Which is
why I am not fighting the FBI over jurisdiction.”
Rowena set her coffee aside. The coffee had turned bitter. So had the whiskey inside
it. Rowena made no pretense to hide the alcohol. Why should she? It was the main
reason for her demotion. Abede had her dead to rights for the consumption of alcohol
and drugs on the job while a Deputy Chief of Police.
Both of which were required by those she’d spent years chasing inside the police
department and the rest of the city’s corrupt assholes to prove she was one of them. A