Rookies These Days

Three days. Three entire days. I remember my first year teaching in this academy. The worst record was thirty six hours. That was a different time though. They don’t make Rookies like they used to.

The fastest record was Rebecca Sanderson. The twelve year old at the playground on Becker and Stinson. She was beautiful. And it was just too easy to get her to enter the vehicle. Who wouldn’t trust a cop? They found her body in fourteen hours. Sure there was some luck in there, but there was a lot of talent, hard work, and determination in there. Those boys pounded the pavement, asked questions. All this technology has made them lazy. Now they have their forensics and databases. Cross referencing ex-cons with behavioral patterns, or crime patterns, or who fucking knows?

The schmucks this year? Horrible. Seventy six hours and they still haven’t found shit. They aren’t even looking in the right area. It’s disgusting. They’re convinced that Lester Grossman, a recently paroled convict and registered sex offender, is the suspect. Sure he went in for molesting a kid, but if the evidence don’t add up then you have to look elsewhere. Rule number one.

The state of the police force these days is despicable. They probably won’t find the body. Some 40-something year old soccer mom with a new lease on life will trip over it one day when she decides to jog a different path, just to change it up. I think this is the last year I’ll be participating.