A young beat-cop turned homicide detective struggles to find balance between bureaucratic red tape and his ex-partner's brutality.
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Rookie detective, Ed Cowley, moved to the big city to further his career, but found his basic humanity put to the test as deeply as his policing skills.
Initially unable to land a job as detective, he takes a position as beat-cop and is paired with an aging, hard-nosed veteran. Walking the beat, he quickly learns that enforcing the law can be a harsh and sometimes violent endeavor.
After an injury sidelines his partner, he is promoted back to detective. And while trying to solve the murder of a young chemist, he struggles to find balance between the brutal and sometimes out-of-control methods used on the streets, and the slow and often frustrating procedures of detective work.
She nodded quickly and then headed toward the front entrance. Jack followed her into the decaying eighteen story brown brick building after signaling the newly arrived officers to stay put outside. Ed hooked his notebook back on his belt, and tapped the butt of his gun. He glanced at a plaque of the city’s logo above the front door. Its colors had long ago faded, leaving only a sprinkling of dull specks clinging to their hue. Reluctantly, he headed in as his mind suddenly raced ahead. He pictured a hallway covered in blood with dismembered body parts strewn about as if thrown out from a gigantic blender. Running a hand through his short-cropped hair, he tried to clear the gruesome images.
Ed’s gaze darted from shadow to shadow as his eyes adjusted to the low light. Eventually, his attention settled on a graffiti splashed wall. He squinted at the colorful expressions of discontent until the scurrying of a couple of fleet footed cockroaches distracted him.
The sound of the opening elevator startled him and his head flew around toward it. He paused a moment to let his racing heart wind down before stepping forward. His feet squished into the sticky buildup on the elevator's floor. As they ascended, he fidgeted and shuffled his feet fearing standing still would cause him to become stuck in the thick layer of grime.