7:14 AM — Coffee Shop near Mid-Wilshire
The coffee shop was two blocks from the police station.
Small, discreet, frequented almost exclusively by off-duty police officers, paramedics, and a few long-time residents of the neighborhood who already knew the rhythm of that place.
The smell of strong coffee and warm bread filled the air.
The constant hum of the espresso machine mingled with low conversations, almost all interrupted by short laughs or comfortable silences.
Zoe Anderson was sitting at a table in the back, her back to the wall—an old habit, impossible to break.
In front of her, a large cup of black coffee, untouched for a few minutes.
Wade Grey arrived soon after, taking off his sunglasses and hanging them on his shirt collar.
“You ordered coffee early,” he commented, pulling out a chair.
“That’s never a good sign.”
Zoe gave a half-smile.
“It depends on the point of view,” she replied.
— Sometimes it’s just planning.
Wade ordered a coffee as he passed the counter and returned to the table.
— So… — he said, resting his forearms on the wood — you texted saying you needed to talk about Potter.
Zoe nodded.
— I did.
— she said.
— And before this turns into hallway gossip.
Wade tilted his head slightly.
— I’m listening.
Zoe took a deep breath, as if organizing information before putting it in order.
— Last night, — she began — I called two old contacts.
— Military.
— Wade concluded.
— Yes.
— Zoe confirmed.
— One of them is Mike, with whom I served when I was still in the Marine Corps.
The other was Cris Alonso, from SWAT Squad 20.
Wade raised his eyebrows.
— You went straight to the heavyweights.
“I needed clear answers,” Zoe replied.
“Not rumors.”
Wade took the coffee the waiter had just brought, took a sip, and waited.
“They’d both heard of Potter,” Zoe continued.
“Even before he set foot in the LAPD.”
Wade leaned forward a little more.
“And?”
“Nothing negative,” Zoe said.
“On the contrary.
The same words came up in both conversations: exceptional, quiet, disciplined.”
“That doesn’t surprise me,” Wade commented.
“I’ve seen it every day.”
Zoe nodded.
“Mike worked indirectly with him in Afghanistan,” she said.
“He described Potter as someone who ‘doesn’t show up in reports, but shows up when everything goes wrong.'”
Wade let out a low sound, almost a laugh.
“Classic operator that nobody wants to deal with.”
“Exactly,” Zoe replied.
“And Cris…”
She paused briefly.
“Cris said something that caught my attention,” she continued.
“That his distinguishing feature isn’t technique, but emotional discipline.”
Wade nodded slowly.
“I’d say the same,” she said.
“He never reacts out of ego.
Or impulsively.”
“And that’s rare,” Zoe added.
“Especially in someone with his history.”
Wade was silent for a few seconds, observing the movement in the cafeteria.
“So…” she finally said, “I imagine you didn’t call me just to share compliments.”
Zoe gave a half-smile.
“No.”
She finally took a sip of her coffee.
“I’m thinking of moving some things forward,” she said.
Wade looked up immediately.
“What do you mean?”
“Authorizing Potter, if he wants,” Zoe explained, “to begin the assault rifle certification process.
And later, sniper certification.”
Wade didn’t react immediately.
“This is…” he chose his words carefully, “unusual for someone at his stage.”
“I know,” Zoe replied.
“That’s why I’m discussing it beforehand.”
Wade set his cup down on the table.
“Technically,” he said, “he’s still closing the adaptation period.
Normally it would take years.”
“Normally,” Zoe agreed.
“But Potter isn’t a normal case.”
Wade tilted his head.
“You’re thinking of an exception.”
“No,” Zoe corrected.
“I’m thinking of anticipation.”
She leaned slightly forward.
“Wade,” she said, “if this man stays here, and everything indicates he will, he’ll inevitably be placed in critical situations.
Not by choice, but by competence.”
Wade nodded.
“That’s already happening.”
“Exactly,” Zoe continued.
“I’d prefer that, when that happens, he’s formally trained, certified, and covered by protocol.”
Wade took a deep breath.
“From a command standpoint…” he said, “that makes sense.”
“But?” Zoe asked.
“But that also creates expectations,” Wade replied.
“Others will notice.
They’ll question it.”
Zoe nodded.
“I know,” she said.
“That’s why nothing will be automatic.
Nothing will be given.”
“He’ll have to ask,” Wade added.
“And go through everything,” Zoe confirmed.
“Psychological evaluation.
Tests.
Complete course.
No shortcuts.”
Wade was silent for a few seconds.
“Do you think he’ll accept?” he asked.
Zoe thought.
“I think he’ll only accept if he’s sure it’s necessary,” she replied.
“And that says a lot about him.”
Wade gave a small smile.
“He already asked Angela about it.”
Zoe raised her eyebrows slightly.
“She told me.
That was one of the reasons that sped up this conversation.”
Wade crossed his arms.
” I’ll be honest with you,” he said.
“— If he goes through the process… it will raise the level of everyone around him.”
” I know,” Zoe replied.
“— And that can be uncomfortable.”
” But it can also save lives,” Wade added.
Zoe nodded.
” Exactly.”
She was silent for a moment, watching the coffee cool down again.
” There’s something else,” she said.
” There always is,” Wade replied.
” Cris made it clear that if he goes through the sniper process,” Zoe said, “he won’t receive any kind of deference.
On the contrary.
He’ll be tested harder.”
Wade smiled slightly.
” Good,” he said.
“If he were treated differently, I’d be worried.”
” Me too,” Zoe replied.
Wade took the last sip of his coffee.
“So what’s the next step?” he asked.
Zoe took a deep breath.
“Talk to him,” she said.
“Not as a captain to a recruit.
But as a commander to someone who could become a critical asset.”
Wade nodded.
“And make it clear that this isn’t an obligation.”
“Never,” Zoe replied.
“It’s a choice.”
Wade stood up, putting his glasses back on.
“When are you going to talk to him?”
Zoe stood up too.
“Today,” she said.
“After your shift.”
Wade gave a half-smile.
“I bet he’ll listen more than he talks.”
Zoe allowed herself a small smile as well.
“—As always.”
They walked toward the exit.
Before opening the door, Wade stopped.
“Zoe.”
“Yes?”
“Do you trust him?” Wade asked directly.
Zoe didn’t hesitate.
“Yes,” she said.
“And I don’t say that lightly.”
Wade nodded.
“Then let’s move on.”
They left the coffee shop, each going their own way.
The day was just beginning.
And somewhere in the city, Harry Potter didn’t yet know that a silent decision was about to open a new door not to the past, but to a future built with method, responsibility, and choice.
And, for Zoe Anderson, that was exactly the right way to do things.
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