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Working with Carolyn on the book was a firstā¦it made Jillian feel like a real graduate student. And when the word got out that she was assisting Carolyn, her status went up among the other grad students, even the PhD students. Mainly, she learned how hard it was to do that sort of work, a lesson that was reinforced when she started writing her own MS projectā¦and revised itā¦a lot of times. By the time they got to the Fem Crim article, although that was if anything even more demanding, as least Jillian was used to the work.
Jillian looked up from the book. Maybe Wes was right about pursuing a PhD. On the other hand, she enjoyed being a detective. She honestly felt that she brought about justiceā¦sometimes.
As she passed a mirror in the hall as she headed to the kitchen to put something together for dinner, she smiled at her reflection: she was wearing her Veronica Mars T shirt, a gift sheād received for contributing to the Veronica Mars movie Kickstarter campaign. She smiled again because, in the movie, Veronica also had a tough time figuring what career she wanted to pursue: lawyer or private detective.
Jillian had a new frozen pizza that she wanted to tryā¦a cauliflower crust that sheād gotten from TJās. While she heated the oven, she diced and sliced vegies: she essentially ābuiltā this pizza herself. She cleaned out her crisper: miniature yellow and red peppers, the rest of a red onion, a few broccoli crowns, some fresh tomatoes, a can of tomatoes for the sauce (diced and āno salt addedā), some mozzarella, a handful of fresh spinachā¦the pizza would be a full meal.
As she sautĆ©ed some of these ingredients and steamed others, Jillian thought about being a kid and the fun she had cooking with Momā¦learning how to put a meal together from seemingly nothing. Dad always said that her mom had a secret drawer in the fridge where she stashed the ingredients for a meal that she could whip-up from āout of the blue.ā
Jillian thought that maybe this was one of the reasons she liked to cook, not elaborate planned-in-advance meals, rather ones that came from the equivalent of Momās secret drawer. She also put a bottle of French Pinot Noir in the fridge to give it a little chillā¦compliments of Mom, too.
She set the timer, and while the pizza baked, Jillian thought about Clay Neelyā¦for the first time in a while. She wondered if he popped into her mind because Ersula had asked about him earlier, or because sheād gone to judo class.
Clay Neely happened when Jillian had been working in the Research Division for not-yet a year. She was assigned to a work-group that was focusing on āintelligence led policing.ā The hope was that collecting and analyzing crime data could help the police administration better understand crime patterns and deploy resources where they were needed the mostā¦maybe even in a preventive way. Jillian had taken workshops in GIS and had become proficient in her work. And, thatās when she saw it.
āItā being an almost textbook case of data collection, predictive modelling, and analysis. There had been a string of armed robberies at liquor stores in Tempe. Any armed robbery is a dangerous eventāafter all, the criminal has a weapon, probably a gunābut these were particularly bad because the robber was so threateningā¦two of the victims said the guy was so over the top that they had been afraid for their lives. Five robberies in, Jillian saw what she thought was a pattern. Lt. Timms, her division director, was out on maternity leave so, as theyād planned, she went directly to the detective who headed the investigation into these robberies: Sergeant Larry Gruber. Sgt. Gruber was very āold school.ā It was almost as if Sergeant was his first name. He was the sort of stereotype that Jillian had thrown up to Professor Billy Gilroy when she explained that detectives came in a variety of types.
Jillian had met with Sgt. Gruber and presented her dataā¦summarized, of course, so that he could understand her analysis. She explained the patterns that her analysis predicted. In response, he derided her analysis and said that āreal police work didnāt involve āthingiesā on a computer screen,ā and then literally shewed Jillian out of his office.
A few days later, another armed robbery confirmed the pattern that sheād seen in her models. She ran more models, saw what she was looking for, and again went to Sgt. Gruber. Heād again poo-pooed her observations. He said that they had good intel about the armed robberās identity, and that they were closing-in. Sgt. Gruber again dismissed Jillian and this time he actually called her āgirlie,ā and suggested that she and her ālittle nerd friends should get back to their Candy Crush games or whatever it is that you people do over there.ā
She didnāt know what to do: the lieutenant was out for several more weeks and Tim Hughes, Jillianās immediate supervisor, was brand newāliterally his second week on the jobāand reluctant to take on Sgt. Gruber. Although they had a nice esprit dā corps, everyone on their team had had it drilled-in that they were not to antagonize the āthe cops on the ground.ā
So, what to do? Jillianās follow-up work was a combination of more simulated models with a dollop of common sense, augmented by some high-level computer workā¦she googled
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