“Why did you leave law enforcement?”
“My supervisors thought me incorrigible,” I said.
“I prefer to think of it like this,” I said. “I wasn’t afraid to bend the rules when they needed bending to get the job done. My supervisors found that unsettling.”
“Were you dismissed from the force?”
“No, I resigned,” I said. “But to be fair, the movers and shakers at LAPD weren’t sad to see me go.”
The server brought our entrees.
“I’m told you’re a very tough man.”
“You betcha, tough as old boots, meaner than a junkyard dog.”
“I was also told that you were—and I’m quoting here—a sarcastic son-of-a-bitch who can be a real pain in the ass," Wilkins said. "Though my source did add you could be relied upon to get the job done when hired to solve a problem that required your unique set of skills.”
“Whew,” I said. “For a moment I thought you had been speaking with my ex-wife.”
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