“Yes. So I’m guessing any serious or specific complaining goes on privately, in email or on a locked, monitored site.” She gave him a curious look and he gestured at the screen, glad now he’d brought the small laptop with him at the last minute. “There are some mentions that she or someone on her staff—” he gave her a sideways glance and she grimaced “—found this site and started monitoring the complaints. Because all of a sudden some of the most vocal people were being disciplined on the job for some very petty things. Shoes not shined enough, crooked name tags and the like.”

Mandy’s brow furrowed. “But...wouldn’t that mean someone on the department, someone with juice, was helping her?”

“Not standing up to her, at least.”

“What kind of cop could ever...agree with her?”

“A politically minded one, maybe.”

She made a face that reminded him so much of her father that he felt a little jolt. And the question that had been swirling in his mind slapped at him. How would Greg feel, if he knew about them? He remembered the day when, after about six months of partnering, he’d managed to de-escalate a domestic situation that was on the verge of becoming very ugly. Sitting in their patrol car afterward, Greg had gruffly approved, in his inimitable way.

You’ll do, Kirk. You’ll do.

From Greg Bonner, that was tantamount to a medal, and Adam had never been prouder than he was at that moment, to have earned this man’s approval, his respect. Even if he did tease him that if he ever made captain he’d be Captain Kirk, and then laugh at his own pop-culture joke.

But that had been on the job. Mandy was his daughter. His treasured, much beloved pride and joy. That was a very different kettle of clams, as Greg had been wont to say.

He went back to the forums. Made himself focus on the details, not emotions, and made notes as he went. There were mentions of meetings and odd decisions that had amazed the rank and file, and not in a good way. Come down hard on this group or business, cut this one some slack. This person was to be watched, this person given great latitude. Beyond some hints, no one on the public boards had put it all together and theorized, or if they had it had been deleted, perhaps taken private.

“Let’s compare all this,” Mandy said. “Do you have Dad’s file?”

He nodded and called it up. Stared at that annoying “Pix” again. He tried to think of some way that name could stand for Katrina Harris, but couldn’t.

“Let’s start with his earliest entry. Read it off to me and I’ll check it against what I have.”