The real life of an American police officer: Winning over others with virtue

Chapter 9 Administrative Leave
The relevant inquiries and reviews had been completed. Robert nodded to Daves, who had remained silent, then glanced at Eric and stood up to leave the relatively small office.

With Robert's departure, the office fell into a brief period of silence.

After a while, Daves looked at Eric in front of him and said.

"Come with me!"

After saying that, he stood up and headed towards the door.

Eric raised his eyebrows and followed Daves out of the office and into the corridor outside.

Daves remained silent, and Eric was happy with it. In his opinion, he felt that he would probably only be on vacation for about five days this time.

Normally it's two to three weeks, but since this happened more than once or twice, the police department got smarter and gave him a week off.

It's a transition from one month, half a month, to one week.

Daves' office.

"Sign it."

Daves sat in his office chair and pushed a document towards Eric in front of him.

"Boss, how many days of vacation do I have this time?" Eric took the document and asked in a very casual manner.

After two years here, he has figured out Daves's personality, and the two of them have become quite familiar with each other. The important thing is that Daves is very protective of his people, and he is a good boss despite his cold exterior and warm heart.

Daves said: "Three days."

Sure enough, Eric was not surprised by this answer. If it was his first time, then the relevant review work would be incredibly strict, even if his behavior was legal and compliant.

However, when he does it more often, once it is confirmed to be legal and compliant, the relevant review work will be completed quickly.

There is no need to investigate this case carefully; the judgment can be made based on the surface situation and information.

After signing, Eric pushed the document over.

Daves took it and glanced at the document: "Are you sure you want to receive psychological counseling? I think..."

Eric interrupted Daves directly: "Sir! I think I need psychological counseling arranged by the police station!"

Daves looked up at Eric and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Generally speaking, when a police officer shoots and kills a suspect, the police department will comply with the requirements of the police union and force the officer to undergo psychological intervention and counseling.

But this only applies to rookie police officers or those who have not been in the job for long. Veterans like Eric, who have been in and out for a long time, already have the right to refuse.

This is why he said that, but how could this guy be so shameless!

Daves stared at Eric, trying to find something.

Eric forced a smile. He couldn't tell Daves that he had just thought of the psychiatrist with the long, silky brown hair.

I think of that plump figure, with a slender and flexible waist, firm and full buttocks, long and powerful legs, tall and well-proportioned figure, and graceful and smooth lines.

Daves couldn't tell anything from Eric's unchanged expression, so he gave up and put the file in the drawer.

"During this period, you are not allowed to leave Los Angeles and are always ready to be summoned by the police to return for further investigation!

During this period, you'd better not cause trouble, otherwise the consequences will be serious."

Eric said helplessly: "Boss, I feel like you have some misunderstanding about me."

Daves glanced at Eric coldly: "Isn't it?"

Eric didn't care about Daves's look at all, and stood up and said seriously: "Sir! I am proud of my work for the LAPD! Even if it's not the LAPD! I am still a law-abiding citizen!" "Haha!"

Daves sneered. He hated Eric's expression the most. But no matter how stern he was, this guy still did what he wanted. There must be something seriously wrong with his brain! He could only point to the door.

"Now, immediately! Get out of here!"

Eric straightened up with a serious expression, stood up straight, put his feet together, put his left hand close to the edge of his pants, looked straight ahead, and saluted.

"Yes! Sir!"

"roll!"

Accompanied by the sound of a door opening.

"Don't forget to report to the Mental Health Services Department tomorrow! You'll be there in three days, and there's a new group of people starting!"

"Yes! Sir!"

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"Hey! Eric I heard you're on vacation again?"

"Is it paid or unpaid? Honestly, I dare say you are absolutely God's favorite, and he really loves you!"

"Lucky guy! Damn it!"

Amid the envious and jealous gazes of many patrol colleagues who had just learned the news, Eric walked out of the police station door refreshed and got into the Ford Raptor he had purchased not long ago.

He didn't care about killing the suspect or the investigation at all. He just remembered what Daves said just now about a group of new people joining the company.

"I guessed right." Eric pursed his lips. According to Daves's meaning, he was afraid that he would have to be like Weston, where the old ones would guide the new ones.

"I just don't know which unlucky guy was assigned to my job." Eric looked at the West Canyon Police Station building in front of the front car window and sighed in his heart.

His luck is really a bit strange. There are definitely not many people who can get rid of the police station's very famous slacker when they are newcomers!

In short, the number of police cases happening around him is outrageous. Although other colleagues also have many cases every day, it is extremely rare to have as many as him.

This made his fellow patrol officers keep their distance from him. Except for a few veterans like Weston, his relationship with other colleagues was just nodding acquaintances, who could talk and occasionally help each other.

Simply put, there are small groups everywhere, and no small group in the patrol department of the West Canyon Police Department dares to accept him, so that's why he is patrolling alone now.

You should know that patrolling alone is much more dangerous than patrolling with two people.

"It doesn't matter. This way I feel more relaxed and comfortable." Eric withdrew his gaze from the police station building, started the engine, drove the car away from the spot, and headed home.

In a quiet community at the intersection of Lincoln Avenue and Broadway, next to a single-family house, a private garage welcomed an Fl50 Raptor.

The car door opened and Eric's strong and powerful figure stepped out.

Buzz!
Eric, holding his cell phone and keys, habitually looked back at the automatically closing garage door. When he was sure it was closed, he walked towards the exit leading to the house.

As mentioned earlier, his parents in this life left him a decent house.

Single-family house, 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, about 200 square meters.

The geographical location is quite good, not far away is the so-called healing and beautiful beach "Santa Monica Beach". When the weather started to warm up, bikini girls could be seen everywhere on the road, which gave him a lot of eye-catching sights.

If you live here, you can basically guarantee a relatively high quality of life.

So it must be said that among all the legacies left by his parents in this life, this is the one that makes Eric most satisfied.

But the most difficult thing for him is the damn property tax every year. According to the value of the house, he has to pay more than 20,000 yuan every year.
(End of this chapter)