Good morning, my name is Robert James Franklin Jr., but everyone calls me RJ. I’m a detective with the Special Crimes division of the St. Joseph Indiana Police Department (SJPD). As a cop, we deal in facts. So, here’s mine. I’m an African-American, male, six-foot three and two hundred pounds with short dark hair and brown eyes. I’m thirty-three-years-old and single, although I’m not available. Not, since my godmother introduced me to her hair stylist, Paris Williams, anyway. I love jazz, working with wood and I really love old cars. I’ve got a 1959 El Dorado that my girlfriend says I love more than her.
I was raised in the Baptist church and my upbringing has shaped who I am today. It’s such a vital component of African American culture, it’s probably why all of the titles in the books about me come from Negro Spirituals. I was brought up to love God, respect my elders and do the right thing. That’s probably what led me to become a police officer. The motto “to serve and protect” is ingrained in who I am. That’s what made it so hard when I couldn’t protect. Over a year ago, I was involved in a car accident. Technically, it wasn’t my fault, but that doesn’t change anything. I failed to protect and I’m haunted by that failure every day and every night.
by RJ Franklin, from the RJ Franklin Mystery Series by V. M. Burns
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