I ate breakfast on the way, picking huevos rancheros from a Mexican place near the subway entrance. They served the food wrapped in a flour tortilla for commuters on the go. I beat everyone but Olivia into the squad’s offices. To my knowledge, nobody ever got in before Olivia. My office is also the copier and file room, which is what happens when you’re the last to be recruited. I didn’t mind, ‘cause I didn’t spend much time there and if I had a lot of paper work I would spread it out on the conference room table. I worked on my report to Roma. Our group couldn’t really file regular reports on our cases. Oh, we filed reports, but they were works of literary fiction, totally divorced from the truth, as the real story wasn’t ever fit for consumption by the unknowing. We also filed our own reports, internally, on a secure system of Chet’s design. The system was stand alone, disconnected from any other computers and had layers of security, including biometric identifiers and advanced fuzzy logic software that would ask you a series of questions based on your username.
