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Their duty, as far as Mary was concerned, was to serve the people of Toronto.
All of the people of Toronto.
When she started on her first day, in her impeccably ironed Morality Officer uniform, Mary had been ready to do just that.
The reality of what the police expected of her, of what the police themselves did, hit Mary like a douse of chilled water. All that she had hoped for, the police officer — the person — she had wanted to become seemed a hundred miles further away.
But it had never been in Mary’s nature to give up on anything. Doggedly persistent was how her father had described her.
Her father…
She had always thought he was a good man. Had he agreed with the things she had seen the police do? She couldn’t imagine so, but a small part of her now wondered whether she had truly known her father at all.
That disquiet over all of that made it easier than Mary ever imagined to step outside the lines.
Like when one Frankie Drake asked for her help — help certainly not sanctioned by the police — with a charming smile and a glimmer of mischief in her eye.