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might have once contained footprints relative to their present discussion and now didn’t. She sighed, hating it when good evidence went bad.
    “We didn’t know,” Bobby murmured beside her. “Call came in as an officer in distress. That’s what the troopers responded to. Not a homicide scene.”
    “Who made the call?”
    “I’m guessing she made the initial phone call—”
    “Tessa Leoni.”
    “Trooper Leoni. Probably to a buddy in the barracks. The buddy summoned the cavalry and the call was picked up by operations. At that point, most of the troopers responded, with the lieutenant colonel bringing up the rear. Now, once Lieutenant Colonel Hamilton got here—”
    “Realized it was less of a crisis, more of a cleanup,” D.D. muttered.
    “Hamilton did the sensible thing and notified Boston turret, given the jurisdiction.”
    “While also summoning his own detectives.”
    “Skin in the game, babe. What can I say?”
    “I want transcripts.”
    “Somehow, as official state police liaison, I have a feeling that will be the first of many things I will fetch for you.”
    “Yes, state police liaison. Let’s talk about that. You’re the liaison, I’m the head detective. I take that to mean I call the shots, you run the plays.”
    “Have you ever worked any other way?”
    “Now that you mention it, never. So first task, find me the girl.”
    “Don’t I wish.”
    “Fine. Second task—get me access to Trooper Leoni.”
    “Don’t I wish,” Bobby repeated.
    “Come on, you’re the state police liaison. Surely she’ll talk to the state police liaison.”
    “Union rep is telling her to shut up. Her lawyer, once he arrives, will most likely second that command. Welcome to the blue wall, D.D.”
    “But I also wear the fucking uniform!”
    Bobby looked pointedly at her heavy field jacket, emblazoned
BPD
. “Not in Trooper Leoni’s world.”

4
     
    I was on my first solo patrol for all of two hours when I received my debut domestic disturbance call. Incident came from dispatch as a verbal domestic—basically the occupants of apartment 25B were arguing so loudly, their neighbors couldn’t sleep. Neighbors got mad, neighbors called the cops.
    On the surface, nothing too exciting. Trooper shows up, occupants of 25B shut up. And probably drop a bag of burning dog poo on the neighbor’s front stoop the next morning.
    But at the Academy they had drilled into us—there is no such thing as a typical call. Be aware. Be prepared. Be safe.
    I sweated through my dark blue BDUs all the way to apartment 25B.
    New troopers work under the supervision of a senior officer for their first twelve weeks. After that, we patrol alone. No wingman for companionship, no partner to watch your back. Instead, it’s all about dispatch. Second you’re in your cruiser, second you exit your vehicle, second you stop for a cup of coffee, second you pull over to pee, you tell dispatch all about it. Operations is your lifeline and whensomething goes wrong, it’s operations that will send the cavalry—your fellow state troopers—to the rescue.
    In the classroom, this had sounded like a plan. But at one in the morning, getting out of my cruiser in a neighborhood I didn’t know, approaching a building I’d never seen, to confront two people I’d never met, it was easy to consider other facts, too. For example, while there are approximately seventeen hundred state troopers, only six hundred or so are on patrol at the same time. And these six hundred troopers are covering the entire state of Massachusetts. Meaning we’re spread out all over the place. Meaning that when things go wrong, it’s not a five-minute fix.
    We’re all one big family, but we’re still very much alone.
    I approached the building as I had been trained, my elbows glued to my waist to protect my service weapon, my body turned slightly to the side to form a smaller target. I angled away from the windows and kept to one side of the door, where I would be out of