Men in Blue (Badge Of Honor)
W.E.B. Griffin's bestselling series, THE CORPS and BROTHERHOOD OF WAR, have captured the pride and glory of the military community. Now he reveals a city police force with the same unique blend of realism, drama, and action. Here are the brave men and women behind the badge as you've never seen them before--their hopes and fears, their courage and heroism, sparked by a single, shocking event: the killing of a cop in the line of duty.
formally, "Commissioner Czernick would like to see you in his office at two this afternoon." "Okay," Wohl said. "I'll be there." Jankowitz started to say something, then changed his mind. He smiled, nodded at McGrory, and walked away. Watching him go, Wohl's eyes focused on the street. He saw a roped-off area in which a number of television camera crew trucks were parked. And he saw Louise. She was standing on a truck, and looking at the area through binoculars. When they seemed to be pointed
killed. Captain Moffitt's brother was killed in the line of duty, too." She met his eyes, and her eyebrows rose questioningly, but she didn't say anything. "The homicide detectives will want to interview you," Wohl said. "I suppose you understand that you're a sort of special witness, a trained observer. The way that's ordinarily done is to transport you downtown, to the Homicide Division in the Roundhouse ..." "Oh, God!" Louise Dutton said. "Do I have to go through that?" "I said
"And why that annoys the punks and the faggots." She gave him what she hoped was her most disdainful look. "I'll even throw in a couple of drinks and dinner," he said. "Why don't you call me?" Louise had asked, flashing him her most dazzling smile. "At home, of course. I wouldn't want it to get around the station that I was having drinks and dinner with one of Carlucci's Commandos. Especially a married one. So nice to talk to you, Captain." She did not get the response she expected. "You're
apartment. His relief at learning that Stanford Wells was her father, not her lover, was startling. And immediately replaced with disappointment, even chagrin. Whatever slim chance there could be that something might develop between him and Louise had just been blown out of the water. The daughter of a newspaper empire was not about to even dally with a cop, much less move with him into a vine-covered cottage by the side of the road. "Peter, I want you to stay with this," Commissioner Czernick
in civilian clothing were cops, too. He waited in line, signed the guest book, and then made his way to the Green Room. Dutch's casket was nearly hidden by flowers, and there was a uniformed Highway Patrolman standing at parade rest at each end of the coffin. Wohl waited in line again, until it was his turn to drop to his knees at the prie-dieu in front of the casket. Without thinking about it, he crossed himself. Dutch was in uniform. He looks, Wohl thought, as if he just came from the