could still happen to her today. She was never going to give up hope. Without hope, what did you have?
Nothing. That’s what.
She could still find the ruby dragon tote. Maybe online, used somewhere.
Except that, even used, it would still be more expensive than she could afford. It would be selfish and horrible of her to buy something so frivolous that she clearly didn’t need, especially when so many people were out of work and could barely afford food and had horrible people like Yalena’s boyfriend preying on them.
She was never going to buy the bag, of course. Not even used. But it was important to have hope.
Chapter Eleven
6:30 P.M . EST, Tuesday, April 13
910 Park Avenue, Apt. 11B
New York, New York
HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO JOIN THE NYPD?
In order to be considered for appointment in the NYPD, you must pass a series of medical, physical, and psychological examinations to determine your suitability. Want to learn more about our requirements?
Jon, staring at the computer screen, shrugged, took another sip of his Gatorade, and clicked Learn more.
Applicants must be at least 17½ years of age by the last day of filing of the exam they are applying for.
“Oh, yeah,” Jon said. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
Meena’s dog, Jack Bauer, hearing the sound of a human voice, jumped up from his dog bed and trotted curiously over to the couch to see what was happening. Jon tilted his bottle of Gatorade in the dog’s direction in a toast and kept reading happily.
Applicants must not have reached their 35th birthday on or before the first day of filing of the exam they are applying for.
“Done,” he said to Jack Bauer. “We are so joining the NYPD!”
Jack Bauer tilted his head questioningly, sat down on his haunches, and yipped.
“Yes.” Jon put down his Gatorade, picked up the phone, and dialed. As soon as the person on the other end lifted the receiver, he said, “Dude. We’re joining the NYPD.”
“The hell we are,” Adam said. “I’m about to be a father. I may need a job, but not one where I get my ass shot off. Did you know there’s a serial killer on the loose out there?”
“I’m sure there are several,” Jon said. He put his size-twelve feet on his sister’s coffee table. Jack Bauer, inspired by this development, leapt onto the couch, where he was strictly forbidden by Meena from sitting. Jon moved over a little to make room for him. “And we’re going to catch them. Because guess what? The New York City Police Department? Hiring. All you gotta be is over seventeen and a half years of age and under thirty-five. Bingo. That’s us.”
“Also crazy. Did you read that part? How somebody would have to be crazy to apply to be a cop in this freaking city?”
“Yes, in addition to a written and physical exam, there is a psych evaluation,” Jon said, glancing at his laptop. “And you might have some problems passing that part, seeing as how you were a mortgage-backed-security trader.”
“Are you done?” Adam asked. “Because I have to go now.”
“Yeah,” Jon said. “Okay, go to the NYPD website. I really think we should do this. We can do something to make a difference, Weinberg. We can arrest perps. We can help little abused children.”
“Listen to you,” Adam said. But Jon could hear clicking in the background and knew Weinberg was doing as he’d asked him to. “Perps. Like you know anything about perps. Have you been watching The Wire again?”
“I’m serious. Think about it. What did we do at our last jobs? Sure, we made a ton of cash, for other people and for ourselves. But did we really touch people’s lives in a meaningful way? No.”
“I beg to differ,” Adam said. “I handled the Alaska Teachers’ Union pension fund.”
“And,” Jon said, “what happened to it, Adam?”
Adam grumbled, “It wasn’t my fault.”
“Those teachers are gonna be fine,” Jon said. “Okay, probably not. But maybe getting laid off is a blessing in disguise. This
Nothing. That’s what.
She could still find the ruby dragon tote. Maybe online, used somewhere.
Except that, even used, it would still be more expensive than she could afford. It would be selfish and horrible of her to buy something so frivolous that she clearly didn’t need, especially when so many people were out of work and could barely afford food and had horrible people like Yalena’s boyfriend preying on them.
She was never going to buy the bag, of course. Not even used. But it was important to have hope.
Chapter Eleven
6:30 P.M . EST, Tuesday, April 13
910 Park Avenue, Apt. 11B
New York, New York
HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO JOIN THE NYPD?
In order to be considered for appointment in the NYPD, you must pass a series of medical, physical, and psychological examinations to determine your suitability. Want to learn more about our requirements?
Jon, staring at the computer screen, shrugged, took another sip of his Gatorade, and clicked Learn more.
Applicants must be at least 17½ years of age by the last day of filing of the exam they are applying for.
“Oh, yeah,” Jon said. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
Meena’s dog, Jack Bauer, hearing the sound of a human voice, jumped up from his dog bed and trotted curiously over to the couch to see what was happening. Jon tilted his bottle of Gatorade in the dog’s direction in a toast and kept reading happily.
Applicants must not have reached their 35th birthday on or before the first day of filing of the exam they are applying for.
“Done,” he said to Jack Bauer. “We are so joining the NYPD!”
Jack Bauer tilted his head questioningly, sat down on his haunches, and yipped.
“Yes.” Jon put down his Gatorade, picked up the phone, and dialed. As soon as the person on the other end lifted the receiver, he said, “Dude. We’re joining the NYPD.”
“The hell we are,” Adam said. “I’m about to be a father. I may need a job, but not one where I get my ass shot off. Did you know there’s a serial killer on the loose out there?”
“I’m sure there are several,” Jon said. He put his size-twelve feet on his sister’s coffee table. Jack Bauer, inspired by this development, leapt onto the couch, where he was strictly forbidden by Meena from sitting. Jon moved over a little to make room for him. “And we’re going to catch them. Because guess what? The New York City Police Department? Hiring. All you gotta be is over seventeen and a half years of age and under thirty-five. Bingo. That’s us.”
“Also crazy. Did you read that part? How somebody would have to be crazy to apply to be a cop in this freaking city?”
“Yes, in addition to a written and physical exam, there is a psych evaluation,” Jon said, glancing at his laptop. “And you might have some problems passing that part, seeing as how you were a mortgage-backed-security trader.”
“Are you done?” Adam asked. “Because I have to go now.”
“Yeah,” Jon said. “Okay, go to the NYPD website. I really think we should do this. We can do something to make a difference, Weinberg. We can arrest perps. We can help little abused children.”
“Listen to you,” Adam said. But Jon could hear clicking in the background and knew Weinberg was doing as he’d asked him to. “Perps. Like you know anything about perps. Have you been watching The Wire again?”
“I’m serious. Think about it. What did we do at our last jobs? Sure, we made a ton of cash, for other people and for ourselves. But did we really touch people’s lives in a meaningful way? No.”
“I beg to differ,” Adam said. “I handled the Alaska Teachers’ Union pension fund.”
“And,” Jon said, “what happened to it, Adam?”
Adam grumbled, “It wasn’t my fault.”
“Those teachers are gonna be fine,” Jon said. “Okay, probably not. But maybe getting laid off is a blessing in disguise. This
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