"I'm bored."
Such were the words Cindy Ross uttered to me in my office. I could understand why. It was in August and she was still on "light duty" as she recovered from her near-fatal wounds. Though brevetted a Lieutenant, she was not yet allowed to really take over the MCD leadership duties nor could she join her fellow detectives in their field investigations until she re-qualified with a gun. She wanted to get back into the game, and I couldn't blame her.
"Tell you what I'm going to do, my friend." I said. "I'm going to call my mother down, and you can work with her looking at some old cold case files."
"Do we get to investigate them?" Cindy asked. The fact that she did not complain a bit about going through old cases nor about working with my mother showed me just how bored and desp
