Sneaks

The bastard I mentioned yesterday who turned out to be the wrong guy seems to be fucking with me. I saw him down at the station today reporting some kind of crime. My boss doesn't want to let me find out what he was reporting; I'm told I'm "too emotional" to take on this case.

My boss is the kind of conniving little rat who will stop at nothing to get under your skin. He once called my colleague on her sick day and said her husband was found dead outside the station just to get her to come in. It was a blatant lie, and I'm ashamed to call myself an officer in the same town as him.

He's the kind of sneak who'd make you work on Christmas.