After twenty-five years chasing the bad guys around the streets of Los Angeles, I retired to chase my toddler around the house. Instead of dragging a “war bag” to the trunk of a police car, I was tossing a stroller and a diaper bag into the back of my SUV for another “daddy and daughter adventure day.” Today my daughter has a PhD in engineering and works for a high-tech firm in Southern California. And this aging street cop writes novels and lives in a modest home in the White Mountains of Arizona.