He was still upset about what had occurred the night before and was looking to take it out on someone. Today James would fill that slot perfectly. Posted against the wall in the back of the room he surveyed the floor looking for the officer. The setting was not unfamiliar to him. All police stations were the same in nature. He imagined that if he were in a police station in Belgium it would be pretty much the same. Cops and robbers, that’s what his father called it. He was proud of Black and his accomplishments but he thought it was a waste of time and money. A system that was designed to never succeed, Black felt he could do more to help. Maybe his father was right. He shook the thought from his mind and zeroed in on James across the room. The unsuspecting man hadn’t even noticed him. Black made his way towards him but was cut off before he reached his desk. “Can I help you?” the blonde haired, tanned detective asked placing his hand on Black’s shoulder. His eyes were still trained on James as he exited the building.
