I was raised in 1960s Miami,and by the age of 16, I had experienced a lifetime: Civil Right marches, Cuban freedom flights, violent race riots (the ones against gingers were always the worst), standing sideways on when having something inspiring to say and the rise of drug culture.My mother, Flora, was a single parent in a time that did not favor such 'dysfunction' ina family. She taught me that strength resided in your mind, not your hand.I grew up a lover not a fighter. Although she was demanding, her love protected me until she was killed by a drug dealer that she stood up to.She was ard as nails and even had an ASBO you know.So at 17, instead of stealing cars, sniffing glue, and raving and whatever else teenagers do, I wanted to help the police catch my muother's killer. By the time the murderer was sentenced to life, I knew he had found his calling - to protect MY city.I entered the Police Academy after high school, but I quickly discovered that the beat was boring and not a challenge. No dead bodies and crazed murderers bent on revenge - mainly young delinquents setting fire to bins and neighbourly disputes - which leaves no room for classic one liners.When I realized that the evidence-cracking CSIs were the people who actually solved the crimes, I enrolled in university and, four years later, Chemistry degree in hand, I was a Level I Criminalist with the Miami-Dade Police Department.Rising quickly through the ranks, I grew frustrated with departmental bureaucracy and I threatened to quit. Al Humphries came to my rescue by offering to train me as his second-in-command with the Bomb Squad. Humphries became the father-figure I had never had. Oh what a guy.When Megan Donner stepped down as head of the Crime Lab, the Police Chief asked me to take over. Although I was the proverbial bollocks in the Bomb Squad, I missed what had drawn me to police work in the first place - the science of catching the bad guy. I didn't care about cutting the blue or the red wire - what the hell is exciting about possibly losing a hand (or god forbid, injurying my face?). I wanted in with the smart guys so I took the job.I know that there is more to crime-solving that blood spatter and DNA. When it comes to protecting my city, I don't just trust science, I trust my gut.
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