quickly.”
Galvin had enough time in the NYPD and enough common sense to know that while Inspector Enton made it seem like he was giving Galvin a choice, in reality, Enton was just being polite. The position was Galvin’s whether he wanted it or not, so he might as well just play along. “Inspector, I’m looking forward to the challenge of training the rookies. I won’t disappoint you.”
“I’m glad to hear that, Tommy. You’ll be working the fourth platoon with them; six in the evening until two am every night. Your RDOs will be Tuesdays and Wednesdays. The rookies are at Borough Orientation this week so you’ll start with them next week.”
“Sounds good boss,” although it really didn’t to Galvin. Having Tuesdays and Wednesdays as his R egular D ays O ff was less than desirable and working until two in the morning—especially on weekends—would not allow for much of a social life. Still, it was only temporary Galvin was quick to remind himself.
Enton took a final drink from his coffee and stood up, signaling the end of the meeting. He once again reached out to shake Galvin’s hand. “Thanks, Tommy. Go and see the Administrative Lieutenant and have him put you in the correct chart. I’m going to go home and try to get some sleep. I have to be back in for a four to twelve tonight.”
“Safe home, boss, and thanks again.”
Galvin walked with Enton back to the desk where Enton would sign out for the day. Lieutenant Shea, seeing his Commanding Officer approach, stood up. He closed a couple of logs which had been lying on top of the command log and relocated a few department memos to make room for the Inspector. He then offered Enton a pen, which was accepted.
“Thank you, Bill.”
After signing out, Enton set the pen down in the crease of the command log. Lieutenant Shea said goodbye to Enton with the slightest bit of an Irish brogue. Then Enton turned back to Galvin. “One more thing, Tommy; like I said, your reputation precedes you. Since you’re technically assigned to orientation for the next couple of days, you really aren’t counted against the man power figures. I want you to take this opportunity to familiarize yourself with the local crime patterns, read through the unusual occurrence reports, and go and introduce yourself to the detective squad bosses. I know you’ll be a huge asset to this command in fighting crime.”
“I’ll start right away, Inspector. Thanks again.”
Enton walked out of the back door towards the parking lot as Galvin headed towards the staircase to go up to the precinct detective squad just as his boss had directed him to do. It sounded like a good plan to Galvin. He was confident in his abilities as a police officer. There was no doubt in Galvin’s mind that he could effectively help fight crime in his new precinct just as he had done in his previous command in Queens, and he looked forward to proving it.
Galvin hadn’t gotten more than a few feet from the desk when he heard the Irish brogue call out to him. “Sergeant, where is it that you think you’re going?” asked Shea.
“The detective squad?” offered Galvin in response. Shea had been standing right next to them when the inspector had directed him to do so.
Was I suppose to ask his permission when the C.O. gave me a directive? Galvin wondered.
“I’m afraid not, Sergeant.” Shea’s face grew slightly redder. “You can go and play cops and robbers on your meal hour if you like. I’m going into the Lieutenant’s locker room to catch up on some paper work. You’ve got the desk for the rest of the day. I’ll relieve you for meal at about noon.” Shea turned his back and began to walk towards the locker room. About halfway to the locker room, he turned back around and added. “And Sergeant, make sure you don’t bother me for anything short of a cop involved shooting or a plane crash…is that understood?”
Galvin smiled and nodded, “Understood, Lieu.”
Shea walked away leaving