Dylan Murphy<br/><b>Location</b>: The GPC - Split Bean<br/><b>Tagged</b>: Lucy Martin<br/><br/>Dylan smiled as she explained her living circumstances.  It was not necessary, but she had a full head of steam up, trying to head her of now would lead to a wreck.  Then he grinned "Trust me, I understand.  I admire you for going out on your own even without the perfect job. Even back when I was a cop and probably made more than you do now, I would not have been brave enough to get a place here.<br/><br/>"The thing about this place is the location, more than the fancy stuff.  I mean yes the fancy moldings and rails and fixtures are nice to have , the gas fireplace , the chandelier .  The gilded elevator.   Those are all nice.  But the heart of Gramercy Park are the people and the place.  You have put yourself right in the middle of it which is worth a lot more than some crown moldings.  "<br/><br/>He reached out and touched her hand, laying his large hand over hers. "In fact I admire your guts and determination you might say.  The unit I live in is payment for my work, but I haven't always had such success.  Five years as a beat cop, 10 as a detective.  There were some pretty lean years in there.  So I know what you are doing isn't easy or for the faint of heart.  But now is the time in your life to take chances, reach out, stretch for your dreams. "<br/><br/>Of course he also got in on the ground floor of internet security consolting and remote consulting , early enough that he was grandfathered when the PD established that it was moonlighting.  And it also allowed him to build a rep and a client list for when he took the early retirement and went out on his own.  But that only happened because he took a shot when he was younger.