Junction City A text, “In my office, now.” I got out of my cubicle and walked towards Lt. McConnel’s office. My resume needs two years in narcotics to get promoted and assigned to homicide. I want to be there for my twenty-sixth birthday. I have six months left. I stepped into the Lieutenant’s office. “Close the door.” I sigh and close the door. Assuming I’ll get another verbal assault over some contrived failure on my pa...