Walking the Blue Line.
Every rookie police officer knows the dangers of the job by the second week under their training officer. By the end of their training every rookie understands that there are something they can’t control, and not all crimes will be solved. Though all rookies share the same dream. Their first assignment following training. For 21 year old Officer Joe Cartwright of the Baltimore PD that dream is to be a member of the Mounted Patrol. What he got would lead to a life changing path.

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Chapter 6
Making Friends.
Downtown District Station House. End of Shift 6:15 pm.
Women’s locker room.

“Hey Josie, what’re you doing this evening?” Sally asked as she changed her breeches for jeans.

“Well, I after I swing by Gentery Saddlery to pick up an order from Lady Equestrian nothing much. Why?” Josie said as she changed her breeches for a pair of straight leg jeans.

“Well me and the other riders are headed over to Bradly’s for pizza and beer.” Sally told her as she pulled on her blouse. “I was wondering if you want to join us.”

“Sure. Give me about an hour. I really want to pick my order before they close.” Josie told her.

“What’d you order and from where?” Carrie asked as she stepped around the row of lockers.

“I ordered a couple of winter turtlenecks and leggings, and a few more under breeches from the Lady Equestrian.” Josie told her honestly as three more female officers for the Mounted Patrol joined them on their row of lockers. Not knowing what was going on Josie waved at them. “Hi everyone, I’m Josie. The new girl.”

“More like our newest rockstar. I heard you kept up with the captain today.” A burnet woman said as she stepped up to Josie and shook her hand. “Hi I’m Judy Marten.”

“I hear the captain was having to keep up with her.” A red head said before introducing herself. “June McFeeters and I’m the division union rep.”

“Terry Keys and I’ll be your TO starting tomorrow. Though from what the Captain told me. The only training I’ll be doing is on our patrol routes. Is it true you’ve been riding since you were six years old and Eventing since you were twelve?” Terry asked as she shook Josie’s hand.

“All true. I started riding cross-country when I was ten. I spent my weekends and summers helping my aunt on her horse farm.” Josie told Terry as she slipped a hip holster into the waistband of her jeans. When Josie slipped her off duty weapon into the holster she saw the looks of the other female officers. “What don’t you carry an off duty weapon?”

“Well of course we do. But none of us carry a hand cannon. What is that a ten millimeter?” Sally asked as she slip her hip holster into her pants.

“It’s a Colt Commander M-nineteen-eleven forty-five. Been carrying one since my time in the Military Police.” Josie told her as she pulled on her jacket.

“Aren’t you worry about control?” Terry asked her. “I mean that’s a lot of gun.”

“Contrary to popular belief. The forty-five APC doesn’t have much of a kick. Also the Browning nineteen hundred series pistols were originally designed for women.” Josie told her as she ran a brush through her now shoulder length hair. “I think half the women I know in Garrett county carry a forty-five of some type. Though there is one woman I know that carries a Colt Peacemaker long colt forty-five whenever she rides.”

“Damn. Who is this crazy broad? Why would she need a fucking hand cannon like that in the first place?” Sally asked as she closed her locker.

“Believe it or not, she’s an author who works with the local Four-H club for the Southern Garrett County High School. The kids love her, and the parents respect her. From what I understand she’s former military and a crack shoot. As for why she would need a Colt Peacemaker the answer is simple. Ever face down an angry black bear?” Josie told the gathered women.

“Woah. Talk about a reality check.” June chuckled.

“Trust me. I’m not even from the western part of Maryland and I know not to go up there unarmed during certain times of the year. Those people are crazy.” June chuckled.

“They’re not crazy just diehard hillbillies for the most part.” Josie said as she closed her locker. “Now if you’ll excuse me. I really got to get going.”

“Before you go Josie. Where is this saddle store you’re heading for? I want to pick up a couple pairs of under breeches.” Sally asked her as they headed for the door.

“Forty-six-hundred York Rd. you can’t miss it. It’s right on the corner of East Old Coldspring Lane. If you want you can follow me.” Josie told her as the six females of the Mounted Patrol left the station house. When the other five women saw Josie’s truck they stopped dead in their tracks.

“No wonder you can handle one of our rigs.” Sally said as she pointed at the two tone gray and blue 1995 Ford F-350 crew cab dually. “Where did you get your hands on this beauty?”

“I’ve had her since I was seventeen. I picked her up at the Masion Lodge auction. I had to rebuild the engine before I could drive her.” Josie said as she unlocked the tail gate.

“Well you’ll be ease to follow.” Carrie joked as she headed towards her car. A 2021 red Jeep Wrangler. Josie noticed that the other women were headed for the own cars and had an idea.

“How many of you are planning on following me to Gentry Saddlery?” Josie asked first.

“All of us. Why?” Judy said.

“Then why don’t we save gas and just take my truck. There’s more than enough room for all of us. This beast can seat six comfortably. Just put your stuff in the bed with mine.” Josie offered then grinned. “I’ll even be the Designated Driver for the evening. That way everyone can have a few drinks.”

“Are you sure Josie?” Sally asked with a smile as she set her duffle in the big truck’s bed.

“I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t. Besides, the way I see it’s the new guy’s duty to play DD first time out.” Josie snarked as the other four women quickly put their duffle bags in the truck bed. “I only have one rule in my truck. No eating or drinking.”

“Understandable. From the looks of it you spent a lot of time restoring this baby.” Terry said as they all climbed into the cab.

“Spend every weekend on her when I wasn’t at an Event. The kids in my Four-H took pictures of every step documenting the restoration. It’s still on the website.” Josie told them as she climbed behind the wheel. “It’s not the only truck anymore. Mine was the first but five more have been add over the years. The sixth one has just been started.”

“Sounds like you’re still active in the Four-H Josie.” Sally said as Josie backed out of her spot.

“I wasn’t until just recently. Working with those kids kind of gives me a sense of peace.” Josie said as she pulled out of the parking lot and into traffic.

“I know what you mean. They helped you with your recovery, Josie. I spend my off days working at the Paws and Tails animal shelter. I find working with abandoned and abused animals relaxing. It’s a great way to destress after a forty hour week.” Terry told her.

“Speaking of our work schedule. What’s with the four ten workweek? I mean the rest of the department is working a standard five eight workweek.” Josie asked them.

“It’s because Mounted Patrol only operates two shifts. One in the morning and one in the evening. Normally we work as single patrols, except for the downtown patrol. That is always done as a pair. We’re actually surprise that the captain took you out today.” Sally told her.

“I got a question guys. I saw the extra stable. Why are we so short on horses and patrolmen?” Josie asked them as she weaved her way through the traffic.

“Because all of our horses are donated. Unless someone donates a horse or we purchase our own horse. That stable will remain empty. That’s why the captain has been busting his ass trying to get that grant. We need at least fourteen more horses and officers to bring our unit to full strength. Though to be honest it would be nice to see the other stable full.” June told her.

“How many horses would that take?” Josie asked as she thought about her settlement.

“Well, if we filled our current stable and the auxiliary stable. We’d need another fifty-four horses. That would bring us to our original complement of eighty officers and horses. The problem would be in finding and training officers to bring us up to full strength.” Terry told her.

“I know the captain would be happy with enough horses and officers to fill out both shifts. That would be forty horses and officers.” June told them. “I know that if we had forty horses the captain would have his pick of rookies coming out of the academy.”

The more Josie heard the more she wanted to help. As she drove Josie thought about the settlement True Reflections, the FBI, and the city paid her to keep her mouth shut about her accident. She originally only wanted the money from the city, but Kelly Ramsy had filled the other lawsuits on her behalf against True Reflections and the FBI. The FBI paid him another two million because they wanted to cover up their mistakes in the serial killer case. True Reflections was even quicker to settle to keep their name out of the papers. She ended up with just over ten million dollars when all was said and done. That was way more money than she could ever spent.

“Why would the captain want rookies? Wouldn’t he be better off with officers that have completed the FTO program?” Josie asked.

“Josie you may not realize it, but you have a leg up on most officers that apply to the Mounted unit. You already know how to ride. Because of that we only have to go over procedure with you. The average training for a mounted officer is six to seven weeks before we start training them in Mounted Procedure. By getting rookies we can trained them not only in regular procedure but mounted procedures at the same time. We also get Officers for at least a year before they started looking to move up the ranks in some other unit. Retention is our biggest concern. We’re constantly losing officers to other divisions.” June told her as Josie pulled into the parking lot for Gentry Saddlery. “I pass this place every day on my way to work. I thought they only sold saddles and tack for horses.”

“You can find everything you need for riding here. Let me take that back. There are certain saddles they don’t sell like trick, reigning, and pack saddles.” Josie told them as she shut down the big truck. “I won’t be long but you’re welcome to look around.”

“Are you kidding Josie? Look is about all we can do here. The only place we can afford is Harm and More uniforms.” Carrie snorted.

Thinking fast Josie asked. “Don’t you know about the Mounted Officers Uniform Fund?”

“What uniform fund?” They all asked her at the same time.

“Some rich lady with ties to the Mounted Division left something like two and half a million dollars in a fund to cover essentials. Though the only place you can use the fund is here or Nelson Equestrian. That’s how I can afford most of my order.” Josie lied as she exited the truck.

“Why only here and Nelson Equstrain?” Carrie asked as she climbed out.

“Because she set the fund up to be used only by the Mounted Division. The only reason I know about it is because I know the store owners. All you have to do is show your badge and proof you’re with the Mounted division.” Josie told them as the six women headed inside the store. “Why don’t you look around. I’m sure there a few things you can pick up while we’re here.”

“Thanks Josie. Hopefully they have boots in my size.” Sally said and headed for the footwear.

“She’s not the only one who needs a pair of boots that fits.” June said and joined her.

“Where can I find those under breeches?” Carrie asked and Josie just pointed towards the women’s section. “Thanks. Hopefully they have some in my size.”

“What are under breeches?” Terry asked.

“Trust me you want to get a couple of pairs Terry. Josie loaned Sally a pair and she’s already ordered six pairs online. She couldn’t stop talking about how they helped in saddle.” Carrie told her as the two women headed for the women’s section.

“I think I’ll just browse around.” June said with a smile leaving Josie alone. With the other five women looking through the store Josie headed for the service counter.

“Is Mrs. Gentry here?” Josie asked the sails lady currently on the counter.

“Just a moment. Can I said who is asking?” The woman asked.

“Tell her Josie Cartwright is here and needs to talk with her.” Josie told her.

“Be right back.” The woman said and hurried off. While she waited Josie took out her personal checkbook. She quickly wrote a check for $2,500,000 to the store. When the woman returned she was accompanied by an older woman.

“Hello Josie, we have your order in back. Alice please go grab the Cartwright order.” Once they were alone Mrs. Gentry got down to business. “Now how can I help you Josie?”

“I want to set up a fund for uniform incidentals for my fellow officers on the Mounted division. Will this be enough?” Josie asked her as she handed over the check.

“I take it you don’t want your fellow officers to know that you’re the one behind the money?” Mrs. Gentry asked only to see Josie nod her head. Mrs. Gentry just handed the check back. “In that case tell your friends to put everything on the JC Stables account. I’ll send you the bill at the end of the month like normal.” Mrs. Gentry said as she tore up the check. “Just tell me one thing Josie. Why are you doing this?”

“These officers are having to buy their equipment just to ride comfortably out of their own pocket. That ain’t right Mrs. Gentry. Hell most of them don’t have boots that fit correctly. Let alone proper foundation undergarments for long term riding.” Josie told her before lowering her voice. “Mrs. Gentry most of them only learned how ride after they were assigned to the division.”

“Oh dear that’s not good. Never mind the bill let me handle everything dear. Where are they?” Mrs. Gentry said as she came around from behind the counter.

“Three are over in the women’s section and two are looking at boots.” Josie told her as she picked up her order. “How much do I owe?”

“Just take everything over to the cashier then join me over on the sales floor.” Mrs. Gentry said then changed her mind. “On second thought take care of your friends over in the undergarments. I’ll take care of your friends over by the boots. When they’re done shopping let me know.”

“Yes ma’am.” Josie said and headed over to the sales counter with her order. After putting her order on the counter Josie headed over to June, Terry, and Carrie. By the time josie got done recommending items. Each woman’s arms were full. Josie suggested they place everything on the checkout counter then check out the boots. While the others were shopping Josie paid for her order and took it out the truck.

What had started off as a simple spot to pick an order turned into a major shopping spree for the five seasoned members of the Mounted patrol. Each woman ended up with 6 pairs of padded briefs, 6 under breeches, 6 minimal bounce bras, 6 winter turtlenecks and leggings, 6 pairs of winter boot socks, a pair of paddock boots, and a pair of tall field boots. Each woman had close to $1500 dollars in merchandise. When the totals arrived Mrs. Gentry entered an override code and gave them all a 90% discount. Bring the total down to around $150 dollars for each woman. To Josie’s surprise they were all able to cover the much lower bills. With bags and boxes in hand the six women left the store much happier than they arrived.

“Damn that fund must be major. I know horseback riding isn’t cheap, but I never realized it was that expensive. How do the Four-H kids afford it? What do they do? Work two or three jobs?” Terry asked as she put her bags in the bed of Josie’s truck.

“Well most of the kids in Four-H work their family’s farm or odd jobs during the summer. Then in the fall take part time jobs to cover their costs. I know that I worked for Weller Feed and Seed while I was in high school. I got paid slightly better than minimal wage. It was more than enough to cover my costs.” Josie told her then chuckled. “At least we’re not having to pay for Show wear. Now that shit really gets fucking expensive.”

“How can it be more expensive than what we just saw?” Terry asked in surprise.

“Try nine-hundred for a shirt, jacket, and breeches and that’s without the boots. With boots you’re looking at somewhere around fifteen-hundred. If you add in a hat, helmet, gloves, belt, and other accessories that nine hundred dollars can jump to twelve even thirteen hundred dollars.” Josie told them honestly as she closed the tailgate to the truck. “So where do you want to go first? Back to the station to drop this off at your cars or stop for a beer and pizza?”

“Beer and pizza.” They all said as one. June smiled. “Besides we saw you working out a deal with the shop owner for the discount. What did you say to her?”

“I’ve known Mrs. Gentry for close to twenty years. She fitted me with my first pair of paddock boots. She helped me with my first set of breeches and field boots. I bought my first Hunt seat from her. So when I told her that the ladies of the Mounter Patrol were in disparate need of her help. She stepped up. Most of what she discounted will be used as a tax write off.” Josie told her.

“Damn, talk about working the system.” June chuckled.

“She’s not working the system June. Just doing some creative accounting. Besides, every time she discounts something for the Mounted Patrol she can declare it as a donation. She does it all the time for the local Four-H clubs. At years-end donations qualify as tax deductions. Believe me she needs every deduction she can get.” Josie told them as she climbed into the driver’s seat.

The others quickly followed by climbing in. Soon the six women were headed for Bradley’s Pies and Stiens. Even as they pulled into traffic Josie was beginning to understand that she had a major leg up on other newcomers to the Mounted division. Then again she wasn’t a normal Mounted Officer. Ever since she was six riding horses had been her escape. When her parents died riding had been her solace during that dark time. When she came home from her first tour of duty in Afghanistan riding had helped her with leaving the horrors of combat behind her. Then when she was forced to deal with her changing body riding was the only thing that kept her grounded.

“Say Josie, I got to ask. There’s a rumor going around about that undercover assignment you were on.” June said out of the blue. “Is it true that a mole almost blew the whole case?”

“Yup. The asshole tried to destroy more than just my case. There were a total of nine cases the mole endangered. Not all of them were in Vice either. The Chief of D’s had to pull three long term UCs because of the asshole.” Josie snarled.

“That sucks. What happened with your case?” Sally asked politely.

“The whole Vice division had to move fast. We had less than twenty-four hours before everything blew up in our faces. We were able to roll up the whole Twisted Blue operation. Not to mention taking down that slug Thorton and the Dead Demons.” Josie told her.

“Then you really did work your way inside in just one night’s work?” June asked in surprise.

“That part is nothing but rumor. I got nowhere close to getting on the inside, but I did figure out their whole distribution network. I also spotted the main players and how they were working the deal.” Josie told her as she made the turn for Bradly’s Pies and Steins.

“I got to ask Josie. What was the mole threatening to expose?” Sally asked her.

“Two things. The first that I wasn’t a real cop, but a hooker turned CI. The second was that I’m transgender and nothing more than a DEI publicity stunt.” Josie said as she pulled to the end of the parking lot. “I really need to find a smaller truck for around town.”

“No offence Josie, but who cares if you’re trans. I know the Union has your back.” June said.

“It’s all about the optics June. That slug Thorton is trying to discredit my testimony. Which isn’t a bad strategy except for one problem. The department knew I was transgender from the day they hired me.” Josie told them as she pulled into a parking lot. Before she shut down her truck josie turned to face the others. “Look this is a personal journey. It’s also one that I don’t need or want plastered all over the news. It has nothing to do with the undercover operation that I was part of.”

“That may be true Josie, but you have to admit being trans helped with you getting close to the pros over on Oceanside. You can’t fool those gals down on the stroll.” Terry said.

“As much as I hate to say this Terry, you’re right. It shouldn’t matter but it does. Which is why I go out of my way to just be a solid cop. Being trans is just me being me.” Josie told them as she climbed out of the pickup truck. The others were quick to follow.

“So what’s you’re plan now that you’ve been outed?” Carrie asked as she closed her door.

“For now I just want to finish my training and complete my RLT. While saving up enough vacation time and money for my SRS. The docs tell me I’ll need at least four to six weeks to recover from the surgery. All of which is unpaid time off because SRS is still considered elective surgery. As it is I only have two weeks of vacation time on the books. If I add in my personal days I get another week.” Josie told her.

“Damn, that sucks ass. I mean we get a mandatory three months for maternity leave at the minimum. Most female officers use the full six months. I won’t even go into the mandatory three weeks for an on duty injury at the minimum. Then you got the bullshit you got to deal with if you’re involved in a shooting.” June told them as they walked towards the door for pizza joint.

“Speaking of duty injuries. How long were you out Josie?” Sally asked her.

“Between my physical therapy and the shrinks just over four months. It would have been longer, but I got a waver to use my regular therapist. Most department shrinks don’t deal with transgender patients. The only one who does is a subcontractor for the city. Thanks to her schedule I was able to use my regular therapist.” Josie explained for the other women as they entered the restaurant.

They had just stepped up to the hostess’s counter when one of the male officers waved at them. “Over here ladies. The pies are already ordered, and the beer is waiting.”

“Thanks Danny.” Sally called back and led the way over to the table. As the ladies of the Mounted patrol took their seats Sally introduced the men. “Okay Josie starting with the loudmouth we have Danny Lockleer. His normal patrol area is Television Heights park. Next to him is Steve Harper, followed by Mike Thomason. They usually work the downtown area. Up next is Pete O’mally, he’s our floater. The stoney goon next to Carrie is Sargeant Gardy. He normally patrols the Gwynn Falls-Leakin Park with me. Lastly we have TJ Shear. His patrol area is Druid Hill and the zoo.”

“Damn that is a lot of area to cover.” Josie said as she took her seat.

“It’s not that bad. We do get support from the bicycle patrol. The only time we’re on our own is during snowstorms. Then it’s just us out there. Though we usually get pulled to cover the downtown areas when snowstorms hit.” Sargeant Gardy told her with a smile.

“Anybody heard the forecast for tomorrow?” Thomason asked.

“Wear your long-johns kiddies.” June told them then giggled. “Though the ladies are set for a heavy blow now, thanks to Josie.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Gardy asked her.

“She took us the perfect place to shop for equestrian wear. All of us are now set for temps down to fifteen degrees. Though it won’t matter if the guys don’t get their act together.” Carrie giggled.

“I hate to say this Carrie, but unless the temps fall below ten degrees we’ll still be patrolling.” Sargeant Gardy told the gathered officers.

“What happened to the twenty and below cut off Sarge?” Thomason asked him sharply.

“That’s the reason I called for this little powwow. I’ve got good news and bad news. It’s the reason the Skipper isn’t with us tonight he’s meeting with the Department’s Compu-toller to arrange for the disbursement of a million dollar grant for the preservation of historical patrol units. That’s the good news, now for the bad news. When that happens we’ll be getting those fourteen new officers and horses we’ve been needing to bring us up to full strength. Which means everyone here with the exception of Cartwright will be acting as training officers.” Gardy said.

“No offence Sarge, but Cartwright is more than ready to act as a training officer.” Sally told him.

“I agree with Sally, Sarge. She can out ride everybody here.” Carrie told him.

“I heard that the Skipper had a hard time keeping up with her during that ten-eighty-nine call.” Jane told them with a grin before asking. “How did that call turn out Josie?”

“It was some kids gym bag. I don’t blame the shop owner for calling in a possible bomb threat. When I first saw the bag I thought it was a bomb myself.” Josie answered honestly.

“Ever since that mess in Boston last month the number of bomb calls has reached a new high. Don’t be surprised to answer at least one a week until things calm back down to normal. It happens every time someone actually does detonate a bomb. I was a rookie during nine-eleven. We must have answered over two-hundred calls for suspicious packages over the next six months.” Gardy told them as the waitress arrived with four large pizzas and four pitchers of beer. “Though back then we were more worried about Anthrax than bombs.”

“I know this is going to sound stupid but how often do we answer calls outside of our normal patrol areas?” Josie asked as she grabbed two slices of pizza.

“A lot more than we like Cartwright. You can expect to answer at least two to three calls per shift outside of the parks. If you’re working the downtown area you can expect to answer a shit load of civil complaints. Most of our calls are for nuisance crimes. Though you’ll want to be on your guard for the one-oh-three calls. Those normally happen around the local sports bars. Especially on Sundays when the Ravens are playing out of town. I won’t even bother but I’ll warn you anyway. If the Orioles are playing and there is a bar anywhere near your beat. Expect at least four to five one-oh-three calls. No matter what you do, don’t respond without backup. As much as I hate to say this about our fellow citizens. They get stupid when it comes to sports and the beer is flowing freely.” Thomason told her bluntly as he grabbed another slice of pizza.

“The only time you really need to worry is during playoff seasons.” June told Josie with a smile that for some reason didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Why don’t I believe you?” Josie asked with a smirk.

“Because you’re smarter then the average rookie.” Thomason chuckled.

“Cartwright I got a question for you. Carrie and the other ladies told us that you first started riding when you were six. Is that bullshit?” Pete asked out of the blue.

“Nope. I actually started riding at six. By the time I was twelve I was attending Events all through Maryland in the under eighteen age group.” Josie told him honestly.

“When did you start Steeplechase?” Gardy asked her.

“I rode my first steeplechase three months after my fifteenth birthday. Though I really didn’t get into Dressage until I turned sixteen.” Josie told him.

“I got to ask. Is it true you did three tours in the sandbox?” TJ asked Josie to her surprise.

“How did you find that out TJ?” Jill asked at Josie’s stunned look.

“A buddy of mine in personnel filled me in on our newest officer. I got to say guys. We’re in the presence of an honest to God hero. Cartwright has three tours of duty in Afghanistan. Two of which were as convoy guard.” TJ told them.

“Hoah you were assigned to a gun truck. That’s some serious shit. My kid brother was a driver for a gun truck. He told me that route Hotel Alpha Seven in the Baghlan Province was one of the hottest routes in all of Afghanistan. Did you ever work the route?” TJ said.

“Never had the pleasure. Though from what I heard Hotel Alpha was nasty. From what my uncle told me only the gun trucks in Vietnam had a harder time.” Josie said trying to downplay her time in the military. Like many vets Josie didn’t like to talk about her time in country. Thankfully Gardy spotted the signs and put an end to questions along those lines.

“Cartwright I heard a rumor that you own an apartment building over by Johns-Hopkins. You wouldn’t happen to have any vacancies?” Gardy asked her with a grin.

“I own a converted warehouse over in the old warehouse district. I’ve got a three/two on the ground floor, and a studio loft on the eleventh floor that are open. What are you looking for Sargeant?” Josie asked him with a smile of thanks.

“How big is the studio loft?” Gardy asked her.

“Just under nine hundred square feet.” Josie answered honestly. Then grinned. “I usually rent it along with the other nine out to college kids.”

“How close are you to Johns-Hopkins?” Gardy asked her.

“Not close enough to walk if that’s what you’re asking. The MTA runs regular buses every fifteen to twenty minutes. The last bus runs at midnight. The first bus usually runs around six am.” Josie told him as she grabbed a slice of pizza.

“Sounds good. What’s the rent?” Gardy asked her.

“Fifteen-hundred, but that includes utilities. Access to the roof. Trash is handled by dumpster. Most of my tenants are early twenties to mid-thirties. There are no short term rentals. So if she were to move in now she would be expected to stay until next year.” Josie told him.

“How much is your three/two?” Carrie asked her.

“Twenty-five-hundred but that includes all utilities and basic cable. Why are you looking for a place?” Josie asked in confusion. She knew that Carrie was married and lived in one of the better parts of town.

“Not for myself. My little brother is coming home from San Francisco at the end of this month. His enlistment is finally up. Him and his family are going to be needing a place with three bedrooms.” Carrie explained for Josie.

“Let your brother know that I can hold the apartment until the middle of next month, but no longer than that. If he wants me to hold it longer I’ll need first month’s rent and a five-hundred dollar deposit. Both of which are refundable if he finds something else.” Josie told her.

“What about pets?” Carrie asked quickly as she pulled out her phone and began texting.

“Depends on the pet. Cats are fine, but dogs over a hundred pounds require a four hundred dollar deposit. Oh I also forgot. Any exotic pet needs to have the proper paperwork.” Josie told her.

“Talk about being reasonable. You’re not going to make Slum Lord by listening to your tenants like that Josie.” June chuckled as she poured herself another glass of beer.

“I may not get rich but at least I can sleep at night and look myself in the mirror. Besides, if all I care about was money. I could have sold the building off a dozen times and retired to someplace where it doesn’t snow.” Josie told her honestly as she poured herself another beer.

“Don’t drink too much people. We got duty in the morning, and I don’t need another investigation by the rat patrol. It’s bad enough the Skipper has to deal with them over Daniels’s DUI.” Gardy grunted as he watched his officers refill their glasses one last time.

“When can we expect that mess to get straightened out?” TJ asked him.

“His union lawyer got him a deal. Before you ask they’re pulling his badge and suspending him for the next six months without pay. He also has to complete mandatory drug and alcohol rehab plus three months of AA before he gets reinstated. Personally I would have thrown the fucking book at him, and he wouldn’t being getting reinstated. The dumb shit blew a BAC of point one-five. That’s almost twice the damned limit.” June snarled.

“Is this his first offence?” Josie asked her.

“It’s the first time he was busted. He’s had a drinking problem for awhile now.” Gardy answered her then explained. “Daniels lost his wife during a carjacking two years ago.”

“He hit the bottle when the perp only got five years after he flipped on his crew. Didn’t matter the asshole was shanked two years into his sentence during a riot. Not that it did Daniels any good. By the time of the perp’s death he was up to a fifth of whiskey a day. I was his partner for the last two and a half years. I can’t remember a day when he wasn’t hungover.” TJ told her.

“Why didn’t you report him before he got bust for DUI?” Josie asked politely.

“He may have been hungover, but he was never drunk on duty. If he showed up for work and was questionable I would give him a breathalyzer test. He never blew over a point zero two at the start of a shift. Which he could explain away as mouthwash.” Gardy told her honestly.

“Did he ever drink on duty?” Josie asked politely.

“Getting kind of personal with the questions there Cartwright. You some kind of IA rat?” Carrie asked her with questioning eyes.

“No. I just don’t like it when a good cop slips through cracks. My first TO was injured by a drunk drive. By the time he completed his rehab and was cleared for duty he was addicted to pain killers. He ended up having to go through a second rehab for drug addiction.” Josie told her.

“That would be Peter Jackson. Go cop. How’s he doing?” Gardy asked her.

“Seven months clean and back working a beat. Though it was close. I don’t know which is worse anymore. Alcohol or opiates.” Josie said before draining the last of her beer.

“It's hard to choose between them. Among First Responders and us, alcoholism and drug addiction have hit record levels over the past decade.” June told her with a put upon sigh.

“It could be worse June. I remember when the only help most officers got was from the local AA and NA. Things have changed more than you realize. A lot of officers are taking advantage of the mandatory counseling following shootings, or undercover work.” Gardy told her before he checked his watch. “As much as I would love to set here bullshitting with you clowns. The wife and kids are expecting me home. See you all at rollcall.”

With that Sargeant Gardy got up and left the restaurant. The rest of the patrol began to leave shortly thereafter. Josie and the ladies all left as one. After dropping the others off at their cars Josie headed for her apartment. As she drove through the late evening traffic Josie stopped a black and white following her. Not wanting to cause problems she pulled into the parking lot of a Sheetz gas station and parked in front of the door. As she exited her truck Josie pulled out her credentials.

“Evening guys. What can I do for you?” Josie asked the officer as he exited the cruiser.

“We were wondering why you drove through the station parking lot.” The officer said politely.

“I was dropping off the rest of first shift at their cars.” Josie told him with a chuckle as she held out her credentials. “Officer Josie Cartwright. I was just assigned to the Mounted patrol today.”

“Sorry for following you Officer Cartwright. After the bomb scare this afternoon our LT has us checking any suspicious vehicles pulling through our parking lot.” The officer told her as he handed back her credentials. “I’m Jake North, tall, dark, and stupid over there is Harris South.”

“You got to be kidding me. North and South? Really?” Josie asked in disbelief as she put away her credentials.

“No joke, Officer Cartwright. At least we don’t get the Bonanza jokes.” South chuckled.

“Uhga! Please no little Joe comments?” Josie asked the big man.

“It could be worse. We could be asking for just the Facts?” North snarked.

“Oh god. One of my last partners would have shot you for that one.” Josie moaned then chuckled as she realized that North and South knew Joe Friday. “Have you guys heard anything from Joe?”

“He’s doing pretty good. He’s got himself a real hard charger for a rookie. He told us to keep an eye on you if you were on our shift.” South told her. “Welp we need to get back on patrol. You take care Cartwright.”

“You too guys and stay safe out there.” Josie told the men as she turned and headed inside the Sheetz to grab herself a coke. She watched as the cruiser pulled out of the parking lot. As much as she wanted to trust her fellow officers Josie knew she couldn’t trust them all. She knew that a lot of them still saw her a DEI higher and a publicity stunt to get votes for the mayor. Until she proved otherwise too many would look for a reason to drive her out.

Although Josie had recently joined the Mounted Patrol, she was keenly aware that acceptance did not necessarily equate to trust. The unit may have allowed her to become a member, but there remained an undercurrent of skepticism about her position.

After purchasing her coke, Josie made her way back to her truck. Reflecting on the recent traffic stop, she recognized that the justification provided by Officers North and South seemed plausible on the surface. However, Josie couldn't shake the feeling that the stop was unfounded, even if she had no way to prove it. Her vehicle was new to the station, and her action, driving through the parking lot and stopping at several cars to drop off colleagues, could easily be misinterpreted by officers on heightened alert.

For those unfamiliar with her routine or motivations, her conduct could be perceived as questionable, potentially suggesting that she was focusing on police officers for reasons that were not readily apparent. This perception highlighted to Josie the complexities involved in establishing trust and respect among her colleagues. She was aware that some members of the department regarded her primarily as a diversity and inclusion appointment by the mayor and the Department. Her objective now was to demonstrate her capabilities and alter these perceptions.

As she was parking her truck Josie was surprised to see her neighbors pulling into the spot next to hers. Climbing out of her truck she smiled as greeted Mike and Neal. “Hi guys. Got the night off or are you playing hooky?”

“Neither. We got together with a friend and bought the Blue Note.” Neal answered with a grin. “The club is shut down for renovations.”

“Renovations? What happened? I thought the Blue Note was the prefect bar for and after work beer.” Josie said as she grabbed her purchases from the bed of her truck.

“We’re going to turn it into a true piano and cocktails lounge. We plan to open at ten and close at midnight.” Neal told her then asked. “So how was your first day back?”

“Educational to say the least.” Josie told them as she closed her tailgate.

“Mike let’s give her a hand with those bags. I got a feeling our friendly neighborhood cop could use a night cap and a friendly ear.” Neal said as he grabbed one of the shopping bags out of Josie’s hand. “You take care of your equipment bag.”

“Thanks guys.” Josie told them as they headed for the exit. As they walked across the street to their apartment building Josie wondered how she could have survived the last four months without the help of these two men. They had become more than just neighbors to her they had become more like older brothers she always wanted to have.

“Alright Josephina what happened? The other officers give you a ration of shit?” Mike asked her as they entered her apartment.

“Not so much a ration of shit, but more like they don’t trust me. That or they’re treating like an experiment in DEI. Just drop those on the couch guys.” Josie told him as she set her backpack down on the kitchen counter. Opening her refrigerator Josie grabbed three Iron City beers. After opening them she hand one to each of the men.

“You knew that was a good chance of this happening sweetheart. What happened to drive the point home?” Neal asked her kindly.

Josie took a moment to gather her thoughts before speaking. “Maybe I should back up a little bit. Most of the officers in the Mounted unit have accepted me and are taking a wait-and-see attitude. It’s the other officers at the station that are the problem.”

She spoke candidly to Mike and Neal, explaining the situation as honestly as she could. Josie described what had happened after she left the station, recounting the events in detail and sharing the challenges she faced. By the time she finished telling her story, it was clear to both Mike and Neal what the issue was.

“Some of them go out of their way to keep their distance, like I’m contagious or something. Others are polite enough, but you can tell they’re watching every move I make, just waiting to see if I mess up.” Josie continued, her voice more subdued now. “It’s weird being under a microscope when all you want to do is get back to doing your job.”

Neal looked at Josie with genuine concern and offered his advice. “I hate to say it, sweetheart, but the only way you’re going to change their minds is to keep your head down and just do the damned job. Like the old saying goes, actions speak louder than words.” He paused for emphasis, making sure Josie understood the weight of his suggestion.

He continued, “If you have to break the first rule in the military, volunteer for extra shifts or take on the tough assignments. Don’t hesitate to work the problem areas. Let that hardworking, take-no-bull attitude of yours shine through.” Neal’s words were firm but encouraging, reminding Josie that her actions would ultimately speak for her and help her earn the respect she deserved.
Josie nodded slowly, absorbing Neal’s advice while taking a long sip of her beer, the cold bitterness grounding her resolve. She glanced between the two men, grateful for their unwavering support, and managed a small smile. “I guess the only thing I can control is how I handle myself, huh?” she said, her voice steadier now. Mike gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder, while Neal raised his bottle in a silent toast. The moment settled between them, comfortable and reassuring, a reminder that even when the world felt uncertain, she wasn’t facing it alone.

----tbc----

Sorry for the delay. I was out of town last week for Veterans Day and to attend a special function for my oldest daughter in Baltimore.