Not to the Swift

Chapter 6

The Precinct bustled with activity at the start of the workweek. Captain McCullough pulled in every available officer for a morning training session, due to kick off in half an hour. Kaz hit the gym set up on the second floor, leaving Chris on the operations floor alone.

He sat at one of the few available computers filling out a soft-copy document with the details of the Friday patrol and the encounter with Mister Shuttlesworth. The report already reflected the seeming racial bias behind Kazsinski's methods when conducting a traffic stop. But the main incident description held Chris's attention.

Intentionally drew weapon on unarmed non-threatening civilian.

Chris deleted "intentionally" and tapped the desk. I need a word with less blame, maybe. I don't want to crucify the guy. I just want to make sure he learns the lesson.

He highlighted the text for later revision and moved on.

One of the boxes read, 'Video clip media number.' Chris paused and looked for a veteran for guidance. "Hey O'Neill, how do I track down a cut of body cam footage?"

O'Neill laughed. "You gotta talk to Hannigan up in Records. If any of the footage is marked to save, he'll have it."

"Thanks." Chris saved the document, pulled his access card, and headed for the second floor. If any of it is saved? What does that mean?

He found Hannigan behind a desk in the Records office, wasting time on his computer until the training session. Cat videos? Are you kidding me?

"Hey man, I need to get a media number for a clip from our patrol on Friday."

Hannigan glanced at Mason and returned to his computer. "New guy? I don't take requests from new guys. Tell Kaz to come by himself if he wants something."

"Come on, this is serious. I need to file an incident report, so I need the footage number."

"Incident report? What are you talkin' about? Wasn't no incidents on Friday."

I don't need Hannigan looking into this. Better watch my mouth. "Look, I just need to see what you've got off our body cams from Friday morning." Chris paused. Maybe I can play it off as rookie hazing to get him to cooperate.

"Kaz has me doing a stack of paperwork before we go on patrol today. New cops push papers, he says. I've been at it for two hours now," Chris lied. "It's killing me."

Hannigan smiled wide, his sadistic streak apparently satisfied. "In that case, I'll help you out with something. Kaz sent you on a wild goose chase, kid. He does that with all-a you scrubs. You shoulda seen the crap his first partner gave him when he was a rookie. Oh man, it was good times." Hannigan chuckled. "Anyway, ain't no video recordings from Friday."