It was a moment filled with emotion. Loss mostly, involving a great deal of sadness, on so many levels. Mia stood as the detectives brought in her mentor (without cuffs) and as he walked by, her arm automatically moved to reach out to him. He lifted his bowed head at the gesture, a deflated shell of a man, his eyes filled with regret remorse and pain as he looked into hers. As well he should. That quickly covered emotion gave her heart at least.
The man she’d come to revere as honourable, honest, dedicated, dogged in his pursuit of the bad guy had evaporated. Word leaked out and she’d been infuriated at first at the rumours he’d been on the take, but she’d staunchly disregarded them, hadn’t believed what she’d heard, hadn’t wanted to believe it was true. However the depth of evidence was piling up, had piled up until there was no recourse but to admit it was true and it had been going on for years.
Some looked on with disgust, others with sadness. How the mighty were fallen they thought shaking their heads as the broken man was led back into interrogation and there was nothing anyone could do to save his sorry ass. He’d put so many perps behind bars, had stood staunchly on protocol and it was doubtful he’d last a day in jail. If he wasn’t kept in solitary, they’d find a way to end him and everyone knew it.
Dropping into her chair, Mia was the picture of sadness. As her head drooped, many looked on with silent concern. Jenson had been her saviour, her lifeline and everyone knew it. She’d worshiped him, copied his motto and his standard and then had outgrown him. Mia was a strong woman and an amazing cop. It hurt watching the anguish that covered her face, set in every line of her body. She’d get over it, but it was going to take time…his betrayal ran deep.
It was plain to see that he felt guilty as hell, but at least he hadn’t taken the cowards way out and he’d come in quietly to face the music. That was something at least.