THE CHRISTMAS COP
Barbara McMahon
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The Christmas Cowboy
Copyright © 2020 Barbara McMahon
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
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Chapter One
Shea rubbed her eyes at the same moment her watch vibrated against her wrist. She'd been staring at the computer screen for almost an hour, no wonder her eyes felt dry. Standing, she started walking around the large room, dodging desks and chairs as she made a serpentine circuit. She shook out her hands as she walked, making sure her watch noted the steps.
The Mondano Police Department wasn't known for luxurious accommodations–especially in the work rooms. Lucky for her, this was the overflow office. Though there were six desks and accompanying chairs, no one else used this space. Officers were either in the field or assigned desks in the large bullpen up the hall.
This room was the last stop on the hallway before the holding cells. She'd gotten used to the occasional criminals escorted by the door on their way to the cells. Some muttered, others fought against restraint. Some yelled and others looked dejected. She hadn't seen anyone today.
Stretching, she rotated her shoulders to loosen tight muscles. Checking every line of code for a complex software program wasn't the easiest thing in the world. But she'd find the error and make it right. The reputation of their company was on the line.
When her watch signaled she'd walked enough steps to satisfy the hour, she returned to the desk. It was easier to read the actual code here than the program back at the company. I’d worked on all the demos and all the beta tests. But once actively implemented there was a glitch.
She hated when that happened.
They'd tested and tested over and over to make sure it was flawless. Obviously not tested enough.
Sitting down again in front of the screen, she went back to studying the code–line by line.
When she heard a thumping in the hall, she hardly noticed. Someone else on the way to lockup, she figured.
Only the sound stopped by the door.
Shea glanced up and paused as she observed the man standing there. A cop for sure. She hadn't seen him before–she'd remember. He was tall, with dark hair worn just a little too short for her taste. While he looked mean enough to take on the worst offender, the cane was a dead giveaway that he wasn't going after bad guys any time soon. Her gaze dropped to the left foot, encased in a walking cast.
He stared at her for a long moment.
"I'm Shea O'Riley," she said with a grin.
"What are you doing here? Should you be in this room alone? What are you doing on the computer?" He snapped out the questions.
Shea frowned. So much for a friendly introduction. She withdrew her visitor's badge from her back pocket and flashed it at him.
"Yes, I should be here. Alone suits me and it's none of your business what I'm doing on the computer."
She looked back at the screen and did her best to ignore him. Maybe the police department should give lessons in manners when dealing with non-crooks.
Slowly he walked into the room. From the corner of her eye she saw him studying the layout. Noting more than once his gaze returned to her.
Probably the pink hair.
She'd gotten a lot of notice her first day here from everyone. And not everyone liked pink hair–but she did. At least this month.
Who knew what color would appeal in a few weeks?
He crossed to a desk on the opposite side of the room, as far from her as he could get. He shrugged out of his heavy jacket and draped it over the back of the chair. Then he sat down.
Shea frowned. He wasn't staying, was he? She liked to work alone. Weren't there other desks in the main bull pen he could use? She suspected he was on the disabled list and assigned desk duty. But surely he had a desk he normally used. Unless he was a beat cop. They probably didn't have desks.
A quick glance showed he wasn't the type to welcome desk duty. He looked as if he should be chasing bad guys, maybe even in a gun fight like the marshals in the old west.
He glanced at her and Shea turned her full attention back to the program. As long as he didn't bother her, he could do whatever he wanted.
The office chair he sat in creaked.
She ignored it. And in only moments she was again fully focused on the code.
Jake Morgan carefully laid the cane on the floor. He glared at the desk, the blank computer monitor, the phone. He'd insisted on coming back to work before he was fully fit to return to active duty because of sheer boredom. His broken ankle was healing, but too slowly for him.
It'd been four weeks. At least two or three more to go. And then physical therapy until he could pass the mandated physical to return to duty. The doctor had assured him it’d be off by Christmas, but that was still too long.
Sitting at home with his leg up and nothing to do had about driven him crazy. At least the lieutenant let him return. Though desk duty wasn't something he wanted, he'd make do until he was fully fit again.
At least it got him out of the house.
And cold cases weren't the worst he could have been assigned. He could have been assigned to the public policy department answering questions when people wanted more information on how the Mondano PD worked.
He glanced over at the girl, woman, whatever. She looked like a teenager. Was she playing some game on the computer? Was she related to someone in the building and just killing time?
He took in the short pink hair–cotton candy pink–and wavy around her face. Her eyes were blue. He couldn't accurately judge her height while she was sitting, but suspected she was tall.
Who was she and why was she here?
He turned on the computer, checking the drawers in the desk while he waited for it to boot up. Fully stocked. He knew this room was used by the special task force when a major crime involved more than the Mondano PD. Most of the time it sat vacant.
He didn't know if being here was better than in the main bullpen or worse. There he'd be hearing about investigations and feeling frustrated with lack of involvement. Here, he was totally isolated. He'd do his best on the cold cases, but longed to return to full time duty.
Time would tell if this was better than staying home.
Janey Strobridge walked in, carrying a banker's box.
"Hey, Jake. Good to see you again. How's it going?" she said with a smile.
"I'm doing okay. Those the files?"
"Some of them. There are two more boxes, but I'll let you get through
these first."
She put the box on the desk. "Can you manage?"
He nodded. He hated being infirmed. His body couldn't heal fast enough for him.
"Call me if you need anything," she said as she turned to leave.
She glanced at Shea, then looked back at Jake, her eyebrows raised as if questioning how he liked his roommate.
He shrugged and reached out to take the lid off the box.
Drawing out the first thick file folder, he opened it and began to read. It was a murder case that'd never been solved. The dates showed it was almost ten years old. Before he joined the force eight years ago.
He pulled a tablet out of the drawer and began jotting notes.
He was making no headway when, some time later, Shea O'Riley jumped up and began walking around the room.
Distracted, he watched her. He'd been right–she was tall and slender. She sure could fill out a pair of jeans, though.
"Problem?" he asked.
She shook her head, winding her way through the desks.
He watched for another minute.
"What are you doing?"
She flicked him a glance. "Getting steps."
"Huh?"
She kept walking, dodging chairs, turning on a dime and going back.
"My job is very sedentary, I need to make sure I get enough steps in a day to give me some exercise. Sitting for long periods isn't good for you. So I walk."
She looked at her watch. Nodding in satisfaction, she went back to her chair and was soon glued to the screen.
Jake leaned back in his chair. He could use some exercise, but couldn't very well do much with the cast. He'd been elated when he'd been fitted with a walking cast. At least he was more mobile than when he used the crutches. But the limitations still chafed. If he was on his feet too much, his ankle began to ache and took hours to ease.
"I'm Jake Morgan," he said as a belated introduction.
If they were going to share the space for the foreseeable future the least he could do is be polite. It wasn't her fault he didn't want to be looking at cold cases instead of investigating active ones.
She nodded in acknowledgment but didn't look away from the screen.
"It seems like whatever you are looking at is engrossing," he said, curious now to learn what she was doing.
"It's tedious and annoying but yeah, I guess it's engrossing. I'm looking for a glitch in the code for this program."
A computer geek. Who'd have figured?
Though he wondered if pink hair was the norm for those people. He knew basics of computers, but nothing beyond that.
"What program?"
She leaned back in her chair and swiveled around to look at him.
"My company designed a special program for the police to match and tabulate DNA information. Cops started keeping DNA information a long time ago, but there was no standard method to save the data or make it available to others in law enforcement around the country until the National DNA Database. Each county and state can contribute but the protocols differ. This program's designed to draw from all the different databases and conform it to current standards and deliver readable information–to enable it to mesh with Homeland Security's database and cross reference all the other ones out there like FBI and DOJ."
"But there's a glitch?" he repeated.
She nodded. "And I've been here a week and still haven't found it. Of course there's tons of code so I could be here a lot longer. It's just so frustrating. We tested it over and over and it should have worked flawlessly."
"Sounds like an ambitious program. And one that'd help us out a lot."
She nodded. "That's the hope. I guess you got desk duty because of your foot."
"Cold cases, not that I think I'll see anything the officers who initially worked on the cases missed. But my lieutenant thought fresh eyes might spot something. If even one gets solved, I'll be satisfied. Mostly I think it's busy work."
The frustration welled up, but he pushed it away. He knew when he signed on for the job there was the possibility of being injured one day. At least he hadn't been shot.
"Good luck," she said.
"You, too."
When an hour passed, Shea again jumped up and began walking around the room. Jake watched her, amused by her dedication to getting steps. Exercise wasn't something he had to work at normally. Visiting the gym a few times a week kept him in top shape. And the job itself was active enough.
"I'm going out to get lunch, can I bring you something?" Shea asked, returning to her desk and pulling her jacket from the back of her chair. Once on, she reached for a backpack from the knee space of the desk.
He thought he'd make his way to the vending machines and get something. Yet he couldn't resist her offer.
"Where're you going?"
"Ben's Hamburger Joint. It's the closest and I love their fried onion rings."
Jake knew the place, of course. It was a favorite of most cops from the station.
He pulled out his wallet and took a $20 bill, holding it up for her.
"I'll take the double cheeseburger, large fries and a large vanilla milkshake."
She took the money and nodded. "I'll be back soon."
Shea walked through the bullpen to the side door she normally used during business hours. If she worked late, that door was locked and she went through the front. But this one was closer to Ben's and she wanted to get back quickly so the food didn't get cold.
At least Jake Morgan had relented a little to introduce himself. And taken her offer of getting lunch.
He'd been quiet all morning, which helped. If he'd been on the phone all the time, or interviewing people, it’d have proved more difficult to examine the code.
When Shea returned to the office, a bag balanced between drinks in a cardboard carrier, there was another man talking to Jake.
She hesitated at the door, but then entered. It was her space, too.
"There's no one else right now," the man said.
Shea recognized Lieutenant Stephens. Was he Jake's boss?
"Harry retired last spring. He did it for seven years. His files and notes will be there. Mainly it's a liaison job. Make nice to the vendors who donate, match presents with the kids, and arrange for cops to deliver. Piece of cake."
"Not my kind of job," Jake protested.
"With you out of commission, we're short staffed. I need everyone on deck. You can handle it easily from here. You're the best man for the job this year. It won't be a permanent assignment."
"Great," Jake said.
Shea put the lunch on her desk and once she pulled her jacket off, she began to empty the bag of her burger and onion rings.
"I see lunch is here," Lieutenant Stephens said with a smile at Shea. "Janey will bring the files over this afternoon. Since it's already December 3rd, we need to get cracking on it."
"Right," Jake said evenly.
Shea could tell from across the room he wasn't a happy camper about the situation, whatever it was.
When the lieutenant left, she carried Jake's lunch over to his desk. She reached in her pocket and retrieved the change, also putting it on the desk.
"Problem?" she asked.
"Nothing I can get out of," he said, reaching for the double burger. "Thanks for getting this."
"I really like Ben's. I go there almost every day."
They ate in companionable silence. Shea glanced at the computer screen, then away. She needed some time away from the stupid program. Why did it work at their company and not here? They'd trained those who’d be using it. They didn't mess with it, did they?
She hadn't thought about that before.
If so, she hadn't come across any changes yet. So far the code looked solid.
Shea finished lunch and was about to start work again when three cops came in laughing and cracking jokes. One carried another banker's box.
"Hey, if it isn't the Christmas cop," the tall one said.
Chapter Two
Shea looked
from the men to Jake. The other two laughed as they all moved to crowd around his desk. One sat on the side of the desk, his manner totally teasing.
"Finally found a job you can handle," he said placing the box in the middle of the desk on top of the open file.
The third man went behind Jake and placed a Santa's hat on his head.
"Now you fit the role. You could go undercover with this, you know."
They all laughed–except Jake. He snatched the hat off his head and tossed it on top of the box.
"Laugh all you want. Once I'm back, watch out," he snarled.
The others laughed again.
"Hey, Harry did a great job year after year, tough act to follow. Think you can handle it?" the first man asked.
"You know what a kid person Jake is," another one said.
Again the laughter.
"We'll let you get to it."
They turned to leave and caught sight of Shea.
"Whoa, I see you got the best desk in the building, Jake. Leave it to you."
He smiled at Shea. "How're you doing Shea?"
"Same old, same old. What's with the jokes?" she asked.
"Jake's been named this year's Christmas Cop. The guy who arranges the toys for those kids in town who wouldn't have Christmas presents if we didn't pitch in and provide. Perfect for old Jake. He's had it easy the last few weeks. This'll get him used to paperwork for when he gets back on the active duty roster."
The others laughed and waved at her when they left.
Shea looked at Jake. He wasn't laughing.
"You don't look happy about the assignment."
Nothing like stating the obvious.
"What do I know about kids? I'm never around them, heck, I've never even worked juvvie. I don't know what kids want for Christmas. I don't have time to shop for toys, wrap them, decide who gets what and arrange for delivery."
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