Tuesday July 1^st, 2003

First day reporting into Detroit's 7^thPrecinct. Commander Daniel Kavanaugh welcomed me with a smile then took a quick glance at my ass. Christ, what did I expect? Paired me up with a detective from IA – Gabe Flynn. Smelled alcohol on his breath – typical Irish curse. Might be okay – quirky sense of humor. Late 30's, loner. Either divorced or no girlfriend. All he talked about was the Tigers - how boring. Won’t know how this pans out for a few weeks. I won’t take any b.s. from this guy if he tries anything – I swear… Feels good to be out of uniform. Gave myself a new gun as a present - GlockG21SF- it's a beauty.

Worked on a case involving a local high school coach who was distributing drugs to the kids on his team. Gabe went to school there –years ago- he was pissed. Things change…he should know that by now. Need to call Wanda tomorrow – see what her plans are for 4^th of July. Uncle Roman wants us to stop over for a BBQ. Not sure if I am up for family. Need to find a boyfriend with a boat… that would be nice…time for sleep. Ice cream then sleep.

Night RC.