Day two of my new job. It's a circus already. Guys putting in for transfer, confusion over what my role is meant to be, a strange resentment I can't understand. Most guys would be excited about being promoted to captain but I didn’t ask for it; I was happy where I was. I had friends. My life had a nice rhythm. Now, it's a mess.
It was strange how they promoted me. Quickly, quietly. Putain, almost secretly. I don't understand it and it gets stranger all the time. My boss didn't support the move even though he'd always been a strong force behind my success in the past. Why was he against it? And if he didn't put in for it, who did?
My new department is small—only eight of us, I think, but I'm still getting to know everyone. Supposedly, we oversee the more high-level murders: serial killings, gang murders, and the like. It sounds good on paper but I have a bad feeling my ass is going to be stuck behind a desk most of the time. Are they tucking me away here on purpose? Is it because of the thing with the evidence? If so, why promote me?
My new team has formed an opinion about me already and it's not pretty. I don't know where this is coming from. One guy in particular, named Haddad, seems to be the ringleader in this little circus. I know this guy vaguely; he's from Marseille, from a tough Algerian slum. Thing is, I liked him right away; he's my kind of man. I can tell he would make a great number two and I want him to stay. He's the sort who would give it to me straight, tell me if my ideas are for shit or not. Give me a read on the team's morale. I don't want to be surrounded by ass-kissers. I need a guy like Haddad to challenge me.
Today I asked him to give me one month before he transfers and he said he would think it over. I hope he decides to give me a chance. I feel that if I can sway Haddad, the others will follow. It won't look good if I lose half the team before I've even begun.
