The door in the north wall of the 13th Street reception room opened into the desk sergeant’s station. This station consisted of a desk with two chairs, one for the sergeant and one for a civilian receptionist who directs non-911 phone calls. There are three CCTV screens mounted on the desk that cycled through the various security cameras in and around the station. Behind the desk sergeant’s station stood a large locked closet.<br/>"Here is where I work, during second shift. Third shift don't have a receptionist, we don't get that many calls during the night. This is Al," she said pointing at the desk sergeant, an almost obese man with a big moustache who grunted a greeting Gina's way. "You won't be seeing much of him in the future, he works second shift like me." Maggie made a face behind Al's back that made Gina understand that she should consider herself lucky for not having to deal with him. "Your desk sergant is Sgt. Arthur Delgado. He's a sweet old guy, married to the force, you know the type." Gina got the impression that if she ever needed the dirt on any of her co-workers, Maggie might be the person to talk to.<br/>"So, should I give you the grand tour?"