It would be easy enough to come away from that encounter thinking that she was to blame. Being the only female detective, she respected there were many other women before her, who had to put up with the same office banter. Banter, that wasn’t the word she would use.
Their sly comments made her feel uncomfortable, that was the truth of it, and she needed to speak to her superior officer. Yet, he was just as bad. She thought about her union, but run by men, it wasn’t much better.
Jane needed to find a backbone, and let them know it wasn’t acceptable.
‘Make us a cup of coffee love,’ a male colleague said, his empty cup hovering in front of her face.
‘I’m busy . . . sorry.’ What she really wanted to say was get your own damn coffee. You can work the machine, I’ve seen you.
‘Busy with what?’
He wouldn’t ask that about a male detective.
She stood up, and finally found her courage. ‘A murder case actually, and I’m meeting with my informant this afternoon. So, if you really want a coffee, then I suggest you make your own, or if you can’t cope with that, go to the pub and have a beer.’
Walking away, and there was a satisfying feeling she had made her point. However, she would probably be hauled into the office for being offensive to a fellow detective. She didn’t care, her first murder case and she was going to show everyone she had every right to be there.