The Worries of the New Director, and the New Employee

Misty, the young African-American woman, curled her lip as she drove. "Boss, we've been doing random patrols around the district recently. Apart from catching a few thieves and molesters, we haven't seen anything else, like weed sellers or robbers. I think there's something wrong here."

The middle-aged man raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Misty said, "This is Clinton, the legendary Hell's Kitchen. There were several major murder cases here at the end of last year. What's going on this year? Except for the fact that the houses are still so rundown, law and order here isn't any worse than in the Upper West Side. Does that make sense?"

The middle-aged man smiled. "So? Do you think it should continue to be chaotic?"

Misty shook her head. "Of course not, but… the improvements here don't seem to have anything to do with us. Boss, before we came, you cheered me up and said that only by risking our lives would we be able to get results. Now…"