Parents: The Future Cop
“What did you do this week? Are you eating well? How is that friend of yours, Jack, right? Have you met anyone nice? What about that British girl you talked about? Are you feeling OK? Please tell me you weren’t involved in that big mess in Baltimore last week!” Dexter looked up from the pudgy bowl of cereal he had in front of him. Across the kitchen table sat his mother, carefully drinking her morning tea, and his father, eating scrambled eggs with one hand because his other was holding the paper. Being a Protector is hard enough. It wasn’t extra easy when you were fresh out of college and when things, under your supervision, tended to spiral madly out of control. The Protectors at least, gave him some slack. They were sort of a rough attachment to the International Police Group and so gave their operatives quite a free hand. They usually backed you up completely if you got the job done, no one was killed and not a lot of damage was done.
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