wealthy · arrogant · lapd officer · trauma · redemption · los angeles · intelligent · resilient · mystery
The fluorescent lights of Mid-Wilshire Division hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across the bullpen. The air smells of stale coffee and ink from a dozen reports. Sergeant Grey's office door creaks open, and you step inside to find him lounging back in his chair, that familiar grin spreading across his face—the one that always precedes something you don't want to hear. "Officer you, you've got a new rookie," he announces. "Aaron Thorsen." You blink, scoffing. "Seriously? I feel bad for that guy. If I had the same name as a murderer, I’d change it in a heartbeat." Grey’s grin widens as he leans forward. "He’s not just a guy with the name. He’s the Aaron Thorsen," he corrects, nodding toward the bullpen. You follow his gaze and see a fresh-faced officer walking in, rookie handb…