CJ knew that his supervisor at the US Attorney’s office in Denver saw him as a malcontent and he was tired of balancing one set of orders from Washington and a second set from the Denver office. He regretted his decision to resign from the Navy and go to work for the US Justice Department. Unhappy at work and at home, he was tired of hiding his real work from his family and friends. CJ was ready for something more while the men in Washington figured out his role and where to put him to work. Better get home, he thought as he pulled out into the street.
The light turned red and CJ slammed on the brakes, a car flashed by on his left, running the red just as a kid sprinted across the street. Bent over a little, the boy’s head was down and his arms were pumping hard like a sprinter in a forty yard dash. CJ’S heart pounded, sure that the kid would be sent flying on a one way trip, but the car missed him and continued on its way. The few seconds that the scene took to unfold was unnerving. The boy's father, standing on the corner, looked disappointed. It wasn’t fear or shock or the horror a father might feel when his child is nearly killed right before his eyes. His expression portrayed disappointment...why? CJ had an undeniable sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something was not right.