I was set on being a Mounted Police Officer from a young age, but I knew it had to move

to make it happen, and for me, the Met presented endless opportunities.

From joining as a PC at age 23, I went into a variety of roles, from emergency response

to public order policing. As a sergeant in the Mounted Branch, my dream job became reality.

Now I've been promoted to Inspector, I can't wait to see where my career takes me next.

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Let me tell you about the worst day of my life. Or more accurately, my first worst day of my life

led directly into the second worst day of my life. The first worst day of my life was the day

that I got caught stealing coke from the evidence locker at work. I'm not about to tell you exactly

where or what my job was, when I reckon most of you can figure that out. I'm sure some of you

out there will be pleased to hear that I was immediately fired and charged. Then not so pleased

to hear that I managed to get away with nothing but rehab and a suspended sentence. I paid the price

though, in a big way. My wife became an ex-wife, and with time, my kid learned to call another man,

dad. I don't blame her. I wouldn't want to be married to me either, but feeling my kid growing

more and more distant, that was a physical kind of pain, you know. I left Maryland not sure of where

I was headed, but somehow I kept rolling past state lines until I was in Arizona.

Part of it was wanting to be as far away from Baltimore as I possibly could without needing a

teacher-self-spanish book, but it was mostly knowing there was a guy out there willing to overlook

my legal baggage and give me work. That work being what we called, skip tracing. Not many of you will

know what skip tracing is, as it tends to be known by another much more loaded title. Those in the

job call it skip or contact tracing. Others might call as stalkers or fugitive recovery agents,

but I suppose the most recognizable term, the one that gets thrown around the TV a lot,

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