“What’s up?” Dwight asked. He gestured to the chair

Reid Stephenson had vacated, but Jamison continued

to stand.

“I need to tell you that I’m resigning, sir.”

What?

“Yes, sir. Effective the end of next week, if that’s okay

with you.”

“What the hell’s this about? And for God’s sake, sit

down.”

The detective sat, but he looked even more uncom-

fortable and was having trouble meeting Dwight’s

eyes.

Dwight studied him a long moment. “What’s going

on, Jack? If it’s a better offer from another department,

you’re about due a raise. I don’t know that we can

match Raleigh, but—”

“It’s not Raleigh, Major. It’s Iraq.”

Dwight frowned. “I didn’t realize you’re in the

Guard.”

“I’m not. It’s DynCorp. They’re a private security

company that—”

“I know what DynCorp is.” He realized that he should

have seen this coming. Police departments all over the area

had lost good men to private security companies. First war

America’s ever had to contract out, he thought sourly.

“They’ve accepted me into their training program. If

I qualify, I’ll be helping to train Iraqi police officers.”

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“And that’s what you want to do?”

“Not really but the pay’s too good to pass up, Major.

We’re just not making it on thirty-seven thousand a year.

Cindy wants things for our son and I want them, too.

Over there, I can start at around a hundred-thirty.”

Dwight leaned back in his chair, feeling older and

more tired than he had in a long time. “No, we cer-

tainly can’t match that. But you say you want things for

your son. What about a father? Civilian personnel are

getting killed over there.”

Jamison nodded. “I know. But like Cindy says, police

officers are getting shot at over here, too.”

“You ever been shot at?”

“Well, no sir, but it does happen, doesn’t it? A couple

or three inches more and Mayleen could have died back

in January. Anyhow, I figure two years and we’ll be out

of debt with enough saved up to put a good down pay-

ment on a real house. It’s worth the risk.” He took a

deep breath. “And if I do get killed, she’ll get a quarter

million in insurance. That should be enough to get Jay

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