It took me ten minutes to work up the courage to type the word. But there you have it, the ugly truth, and the reason for my radio silence.
Suspended.
Yeah, okay, I crawled inside the bottle for a while. And yeah, that was a bad idea. But what do you expect? I'm having a hell of an identity crisis. Being a cop is all I know. It's all I have. It's who I am. Without my badge, I'm just a bum from the street. Nothing. Invisible. A nobody.
My badge defines me, keeps me clean, keeps me in the light. What now, Bruno?
