When we were starving, and Mom was not getting any help from either my dad or the state, she said that the Judeo-Christian idea of God must be mistake..., because He would never let that happen to people who didn’t deserve it. I don’t think she ever read Job, but anyway, she got all pissed off at the church, and started looking around for some other place to worship on Sundays. There was this group – a Humanist organization that called itself The Baltimore Ethical Society. So she started. Oh if only he didn’t have a queen. She was dismissed after dessert and she went to her room and swooned over this perfect king she couldn’t have. After many hours evening gave way to midnight and she was startled by her door opening unannounced. It was the king and he said nothing. She wiped the tears from her eyes and stood as he silently walked right to her. He looked at her, put his hand on her cheek and wiped a tear away with his thumb. Come with me, he told her. He took her hand without. I wanted him to hold me and make me feel better but not until I'd had a chance to go upstairs and change my clothes. It always made me feel bad to disappoint Daddy."Daddy..." I began but he held up his hand to signal me to keep quiet. I obeyed and followed him into his den. He shut the door behind me, and then sat down behind his big desk, while I stood in front of it."Put the books down," he told me. "Hands by your sides."That familiar flush went through my body as my father's eyes looked over. ”“Unlike most of your candidates, I’ve done my time at street level. Leaving aside the books and history degrees and the consulting, I’m just a street cop sergeant. Granted, I’m the best street cop sergeant you’ll ever meet, but I’m a pretty nuts-and-bolts guy.”“That’s an outlook that Miles & Madigan can be helped by. We’re interested in you, Grim. When can you say yes or no?” he asked.“And when can you start?” asked Bob. He was a good salesman, always assuming the sale.I smiled over at Kelly,.