I was born and raised in southwest Detroit. My home stood in the shadow of the I-75 overpass, which towered over the Rouge River. Tucked in between the Zug Island steel mills, and the sewage treatment plant I grew up in the neighborhood known as Delray. My father was a Detroit Firefighter and my mother manned the home front caring for my younger brother, me and three finger pointing sisters. There certainly wasn't an abundance of money, but there were always lessons of right and wrong and plenty of love. Parochial school with uniforms, nuns and discipline followed. My father was forced to juggle three or four jobs at a time to provide this eduction. After graduating highschool and a year of college, I settled in at a local machine shop. Several years later, I realized this was not the plan for my future. So at the age of twenty five I joined the Detroit Police Department. In what seemed like the blink of an eye twenty seven years later I walked away from a career I truly loved. Bitter over the politics, and inept command structures I had witnessed I decided to write a book. After compiling about ten pages, I realized my career was not about the bad things that happened but it was about the men and woman of the Detroit Police Department. It was about that small percentage of officers doing the job and doing it right. It was about my heroes and my heartbreaks. Chosing the title was easy, as I had ten different chiefs in my first twenty five years of service. Some were good, most were horrible. Ten Little Police Chiefs is my story.