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Official title was Trends Analysis Coordinator. Had just six people under me, but the job was a
lieutenant's because the trends head has to have had street time and credibility. Need that to brief the
District Coordinator and his staff, work with the SocServ types, and hold the right kind of chill in dealing
with the media netsies.
Didn't take me long to get to the captain's office. It was on the third level, overlooking the square, with
the old state capitol to the east and the dozen remaining dinosaur towers to the west, all set in the middle
of the Park. Lots of trees and green grass. Grass was green, even in winter.

I stepped into the office. Captain had done it in light blue, with darker blue trim. Very restful. She'd paid
for it from her own pocket Most of the other offices, mine included, were off-white.

"Close the door." Those were Cannizaro's first words.

I dropped into the ergochair at the corner of her desk console. Captains and lieutenants were the only
ones who rated desks. Couldn't have been more than a half dozen in the building. Then, outside of the
dispatchers, there weren't much more than a dozen bodies there at most times. Patrollers and dets don't
do much good if they're not out on the street. The netops people were all in the annex, on the other side
of the garage. I couldn't take that, patrolling the net for scams, larceny, and general misreps. Did it in
training, long years back. Understood the need, but hated the job. Even hated analyzing their weekly
reports. Didn't miss a word, though. Couldn't afford to.

I looked at the captain.

She didn't look like a Cannizaro. Except in her eyes, a penetrating black. Thin long face, squarish body,
short blond hair, worry lines running from the eyes that had seen too much. "Chiang..."

When she used my name like that, it wasn't good. Meant trouble in Denv. I waited.

"Your weekly report..." That was all she needed to say.

"Something's going to happen." I shrugged. "Can't say what. Start getting upticks in the little stuff... ODs,
car delinks, TIDs... always happens before something breaks. Lot of upticks, too many for
coincidence."

"District Coordinator Dewey is up for reelection. He's got an opponent with creds. Unlimited creds."
Cannizaro's voice was flat.

Dewey had always supported the Department, even when no one else had, even as far back as Tularo.

"He's being opposed by Jared Alredd. Son of Aylwin Alredd. The younger Alredd claims the
Department lets matters get out of hand before acting. Old broken windows school."

"Can't tell you what's coming down, Captain. Only that it is."

"As soon as you know... ?"

"You'll know." I'd always let her know. First.

I got a nod and a faint smile, as much as I ever got, before I stood.