Chief Wesson decided he needed to go clear his head and one thing he always loved to do was go browse the evidence locker. It was kind of like a capsule of what the department was up to. Recent triumphs and cold cases and so much history was in that large room.
Chief Wesson got up from his desk and took the elevator down to the basement and walked up to the evidence room which had Officer Mike Davidson, an African American officer who has managed not to gain any weight after the academy. His smart wits and great organization skills makes him a perfect office manager type.
"Oh, hello Chief," Officer Davidson said shooting to his feet," How can I help you?"
"At ease, officer," Chief Wesson said with a smile," I am just here for a walk and to clear my head."
"Alright sir," Officer Davidson nodded and unlocked the evidence locker," Remember to wear your gloves."
"Thank you officer," Chief Wesson said with a smile and grabbed a pair of XXL gloves on the small table as he walked into the evidence room. The room took up half the floor and was full of cardboard boxes, shelves, and many different items. There were machine guns from a raid a decade ago, samples of drugs, thousands upon thousands of printed documents about investigations. Chief Wesson had to be careful since he didn't want to accidentally knock anything over with his gut or decent sized butt. The room smelled a little dusty and musty but it had history.
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