Books Series
Nikki Armstrong - Mold Me: Episode 1
Detective Nikki Evelyn Armstrong, a decorated member of the United States Navy and the New York City Police Department, stood at the site of the freshly dug grave surrounded by its moist piles of dirt. She reflected on what most thought to be a promising career. In that moment of reflection, Nikki was in the second week of working on her new IAB case. Three months had passed since the “Shaker” case was taken down, and much of the press attention had died down. Most of her time was spent working with the U.S.Attorney, preparing the case prosecution case mayor of New York City, both U.S. senators for the state of New York, and the U.S. attorney for the Southern and Eastern Districts of New York also recognized her for her role in the Shaker drug and sex trafficking case, which extended to both jurisdictions. Nikki received no less than six awards from community organizations for her efforts in getting drugs out of the community. She had been promoted to detective second
Grade and had received another commendation from an increasingly bitter commissioner. She also received recognition from the U.S. Navy for her work in capturing drug smugglers, drug dealers, gunrunners, and sex traffickers. Her press puppy had written several front-page pieces about Nikki and her career that went international. The commissioner was still hoping that she would just go away.
Her new case involved allegations of officers ripping off drug dealers just outside of her old precinct. She knew the area well. She had heard rumors of this activity just before being transferred to the IAB. Nikki couldn’t believe that this matter hadn’t already been investigated, but she had learned to keep some of her thoughts to herself. This was one of them. It was early on a Saturday evening when she and her partner were assigned to conduct surveillance to keep watch on two patrol officers suspected of heavy involvement in the robbery scheme. About three hours into the surveillance, a call came over the radio of a possible domestic violence situation at an address Nikki knew all too well. It was the apartment of the beefy woman and her kids. She had first encountered this family during her first week out of the academy. Nikki was fully aware that this was a matter for officers on patrol; however, the address was only three blocks from where they were set up. She knew from her prior experience that the beefy woman was beating one or more of those children. She turned to her partner. “We have to respond. “What the hell are you talking about?” he said. “We are on sensitive surveillance. Let the uniforms handle this.”
Nikki Armstrong - Scholastic Achievement: Episode 2
Upon graduation from high school, Nikki was awarded a full four-year scholarship to a prestigious university in New England. Her initial response was to decline the offer. She wasn’t crazy about the idea of being so far away from family and friends. After visiting the school, she was left with an uneasy feeling. She found the staff and students to be very stuffy and full of themselves. Honestly, she felt once they got past Nikki on paper, they would never be accepting of the no-nonsense Nikki sfrom the Bronx.
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Nikki Armstrong- Forged In Fire: Episode 3
Today, BB needed to push it aside and get ready for a new day, with a new addition to the CARE ensemble. A new piece of the CARE package which BB unflinchingly believed could take his vision to a new level, was the joining of Nikki Evelyn Armstrong to the crew. BB knew precisely how Nikki felt when she decided to toss her badge and end an important stage of her life’s calling. It was ten years ago to the day, when BB too had a Nikki experience, depositing his gun and badge into the East River. With the jettisoning of that weight, BB came to the realization one man could make a difference and that man would be him, Butch B. Brennan, BB to his close friends. For the record, few called him triple-B.N Nikki came through the doors at CARE (Corporate Alliance to Restore Equality) intent on making a difference; intent on meeting all challenges, intent on continuing to pursue her life calling.
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Nikki Armstrong-Auntie Nikki Got This: Episode 5
Nikki was three months away from completing another roller coaster ride of a year fighting crime and working hard to change lives for the better. She was tired, mainly bsecause of having to deal with the bureaucratic bullshit that came with her commitment to the cause of making life better, whenever, and however, she could.
Nikki had long since abandoned the illusion that anyone above, or for that matter, equal to her in rank appreciated her efforts. She wasn’t saying that she was the only one who gets it; no, it was far from that. What she was saying is that most see this as a job.
An even smaller percentage see it as a profession, while she, herself, embraced it all as a calling—a quest to be the best. One of the first things she learned after taking on this quest was, she had to accept that it never has been and never will be about gratitude or thanks. If that was what she was looking for, she should be ashamed of herself and move on to something else. Maybe becoming proficient at saying, “You want fries with that?”
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Nikki Armstrong -Rank Is Sometimes Just A Smell
After graduating ROTC, Nikki spent three successful years as a naval officer before resigning her commission to, at long last, continue her goal of taking up a career in law enforcement.
Nikki was a few days away from graduating from the police academy. Through arduous work, her naval training, perseverance, and the skills poured into her by Papa and Mama Armstrong, Nikki was number two in her class academically. She was number one in physical training and marksmanship, due in large part to her military training. Nikki was number one in defensive tactics, in which she had relentlessly trained since she was fifteen, at the feet of the Old-Man and the Professor.
The young gladiator had never been bested in battle. She had developed a practice of staying late after physical training to work on her skills that hadn’t been kept as sharp as she would have liked, as she went through the limited training program offered at 29 the academy. Nikki also took the opportunity to get some extra time on the treadmill and exercise bike. That was for no other reason than her addiction to running.
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Nikki Armstrong-Let The Music Play
This was Mayday’s fifth trip to Nassau. Up until this morning, there was no place on earth he would rather be. Hell, even his dreams back home were filled with lazy days looking forward to a return trip to the Bahamas and the success he was certain was coming for his son and daughter in the music industry.
As the next page of life turned to start this new day, his life changed in a way he never thought possible.
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Nikki Armstrong-Handle With Care
Today, BB needed to push the memories of 911 aside and get ready for a new day, with a new addition to the CARE ensemble. A new piece of the CARE package which BB unflinchingly believed could take his vision to a new level, which was the joining of Nikki Evelyn Armstrong to the crew.
BB knew precisely how Nikki felt when she decided to toss her badge and end an important stage of her life’s calling. It was ten years ago to the day in which BB too had a Nikki experience, depositing his gun and badge into the East River.
It was ten years ago to the day in which BB too had a Nikki experience, depositing his gun and badge into the East River. With the jettisoning of that weight, BB came to the realization one man could make a difference, and that man would be him, Butch B. Brennan, BB to his close friends. For the record, few called him triple-B. Nikki came through the doors at CARE (Corporate Alliance to Restore Equality), intent on making a difference, intent on meeting all challenges, intent on continuing to pursue her life’s calling.
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Nikki Armstrong-Measure of A Woman
Detective Nikki Evelyn Armstrong, a stunning young African American, kickass decorated member of the United States Navy and the New York City Police Department, stood at the site of the freshly dug grave surrounded by its moist piles of dirt. From where she stood, Nikki could see all the acreage known as the Canarsie Cemetery.
The cemetery was a City-owned burial ground, which ran along Remsen Avenue in Brooklyn, New York, just a few blocks south of Canarsie Park, once a part of the famed hunting ground of the Canarsie Indians, and about two miles from the Belt Parkway, the handy escape route for many Canarsie residents needing to just get away for a while.
Nikki began to shed a tear as her finely manicured, slender fingers stroked the oversized wooden casket sprinkled with knotholes, splinters, and other imperfections that housed the small body of Kamari Prescott. A young boy who seemed to love life despite its harsh realities.
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Kamari had been befriended by abuse far too often in his battered young life and visited by death much too early than what Nikki believed the good Lord intended. As she stood at the grave, she questioned the wisdom of God’s gift of free will.
It saddened Nikki deeply that she and the gravediggers were the only ones in attendance for the Home Going Service of a little boy whose life had been painfully, with no mercy, taken by his uncaring bitch of a mother. The reality of this setting renewed Nikki’s rage over the entire heartless chain of events. As she stood wondering if there was more, she could have done; or should have done, she began to ponder the injustice of it all.