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out of bounds here.  I also may sound extremely stereotypical, or racist, even, but I have to ask.  You’re in charge of my girlfriend’s case…I need to know if —”
    He paused.  Jennifer turned around to look at him.
    “I need to know if you will do everything in your power to find whoever did this to her.”
    It wasn’t what she expected and she was relieved.
    “Mr. Palmer, I will do everything in my power to make sure Kyma Barnes’ killer is brought to justice.  Of that , you can be sure.  If there’s one thing I believe in, above all else, its the power of jurisdiction.”
    Gerald noted her eyes and countenance as she spoke.  He heard the fierceness in her tone and smiled for the first time.
    “I believe you.  Thank you, Detective.  Please let me know if I can be of any further assistance.  And, please keep me abreast of any new developments.”
    Not trusting herself to speak, she simply nodded and exited the hospital room.
    After a quick check with the nurses’ station, Jennifer found out that Mrs. Barnes was still under sedation.  Her pressure kept fluctuating and her doctors refused Jennifer’s persistent requests to question her.
    Frustrated, Jennifer raced through every red light on her path from Park Slope back downtown to the precinct.  She wanted to check on the status of the evidence.  Twelve plastic-bagged and tagged items of evidence were taken at the scene and she needed to know the results.
    It was now a little over seventy-six hours and Forensics had better have something to show for all that time.
    “Whatcha got for me, Babs?”
    “Hi Holden.  How ‘ya doing?  Got anything poppin’ in the boyfriend category yet?  How am I?  Gee, I’m fine — ”
    “Yeeaah, whatevs.  What did the results say?”
    As Detective Barbara Strickland read off her findings, a huge smile spread across Holden’s face.  The evidence showed that her instincts were spot on.
    About an hour later when the bullpen grapevine news reached him, Yearwood came over to Jennifer’s cubicle.
    “So, little Ms. ‘Ner-Do-Well is hot stuff right now according to the bullpen.”
    “Is that right?” Jennifer said, her feet up on her desk, while drinking a double latte.  “What’d you hear?”
    “That your call about the saliva on Barnes’ boob and the perp’s stuff on her hand hit the bull’s-eye,” he screwed up his face before continuing.  “Not for nothing, but Holden, you haven’t been anybody’s first-string pick in the whole time you’ve been on the force.  Were we all missing the boat?  Or, did something change?”
    Cocking an eyebrow, Jennifer looked up at him.  She grinned enigmatically then shrugged.
    “There’s nothing I can say that will make any sense to you, or anyone else.  For some people the time has to be right for them to shine.  Now’s my time.  That’s how I see it.”
    She took another slurp of her strong coffee and waited.  She had to wait several minutes before he spoke again.
    “But…but here’s the thing, Holden.  You’re… were , so bad at so many basic things we learned in cadet school, we all wondered how you got onto the force.  Man, you couldn’t even collect and bag evidence by the book until I showed you how 3 years ago!”
    He blurted out the last bit in a rush and his cheeks colored as soon as the words tumbled out.  He looked away and fiddled with his hands before getting the nerve to look her in the eye and continue his thought.
    “You can’t just tell me it’s your time .   Shit, nobody’s time comes so suddenly and out of the God-damned blue like that!”
    The Fury moved imperceptibly to the fore so even Jennifer had no inkling she was no longer controlling the conversation.
    “How do you know it was out of the blue?  Whatever that means.  What if I just didn’t want play ‘whose got the bigger dick’ with you bozos?  What if I found watching the paint dry on my nails was more fascinating than seeking out the most efficient