Zach Gerard sat in his car and watched his peers as they entered and exited the precinct. His morning appointment with the surgeon hadn't gone well.
Although he'd been diligent about his rehab, at home, and at the center, his morning appointment with the surgeon revealed he had far too much nerve damage to ever serve in the capacity necessary to be a homicide detective.
Qualifications for law enforcement were strict. Something as simple as an ingrown toenail could disqualify a candidate from serving. Well, he wasn't a candidate, and this wasn't a silly anything - this was the end of the line for him. He angrily shook his head. He was too young for this shit.
Turmoil punched inside his stomach. He'd done this to himself. His rule-breaking days had finally caught up to him. Despite what others believed, he took comfort in knowing he'd broken the rules this last time for all the right reasons. And given the same situation, he'd do it all over again.