Law enforcement was widely recognized as a glorified, overvalued profession. People were pulled into every overdramatized angle, from the cop dramas that solved murders in an hour’s span (counting commercial breaks), to the cheap mystery novels that were constantly crowding the sales racks at bookstores. For Jamie, it had been the latter that had dragged her into the profession, as she devoured page by page for the cheap thrill of trying to guess ahead. Perhaps she should have known that those books hardly adhered to the truth, seeing as her father was a police officer, but she had always held the notion that her own experiences would be different. She’d held onto this impossible opinion as she learned to fire a gun, pursued her degree in criminal justice, and signed onto the ranks of the LAPD. Unfortunately for Jamie, and the many others who came to Los Angeles blissfully ignorant of reality, the city was more than eager to tell them the truth.
Yet, it hadn’t gotten its name as the City of Angels from disgruntled immigrants. The city was a testament to America’s melting pot, from Filipinotown and little Ethiopia to Tehrangeles and Little Armenia. While some immigrants had remained no better off than the country they came from, other succeeded beyond anything they could imagine, pushing forward the hopes of any who trudged through the city streets and giving Los Angeles a collection of nicknames. Where it gathered its reputation from was just as obvious; crimes and scams replaced fallen dreams in everyone, from the sloppiest thief to the tight-lipped cop.
Among the first things Jamie had to get used to were bribes. She’d expected that a few police officers would be shadier than the rest, but what surprised her were how many were willing to ignore, or flat out lie for a supplement to their paycheck. As honest cops moved up through the ranks, they found that much of their time was going to be devoted to suspicions within their own departments. Even now, her father, who had become a Sergeant, kept a wary eye on all those in his watch shift. Jamie however, differed in that she simply tried to look away. After finally being promoted to the position of a homicide detective, she adhered to the principle that so long as it didn’t interfere with her own cases, it wasn’t hers to worry about. So far, she seemed to be doing well with this; while corruption was rampant among smaller cases, murder seemed to bring about a sense of morality in those who solved it.
Yet being a homicide detective was far from that which her mystery novels had offered her. Many criminals were simply sloppy, and many crimes didn’t seem to move past the victim’s friends or family. A few interviews, a quick sweep of the crime scene, and more paperwork than she could remember eventually ended the case. For someone whose job was to quickly solve these sorts of crimes, Jamie couldn’t help but crave a challenge.
Jamie Sophia Grant- Age 26, LAPD Detective, Homicide Department.
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