Jamie never thought that being a Reagan was something wrong. He always took his name with pride, as well as his family’s legacy of being cops. But sometimes… well, sometimes being a Reagan sucked. Or rather, being in the center of media attention sucked. Because while he knew that a cop showing down a biker would hanker some attention, especially during a protest against police brutality, being the son of the commissioner was an icing on the cake. And it didn’t matter if he was trying to help, or not. The media jumped like a shark on some juicy piece of meat. For a moment Jamie was scared that his family took the bait too, but in the end they came through. Although the whole affair left Jamie with a sour taste in his mouth. The line between good and wrong was very thin, and it seemed that every cop in the states was walking on the edge. All it took was a small breath of wind, a little wavering, and you fell down the wrong side. Jamie knew he had to walk the line carefully, he just never realized before how his name was the one thing that could show him over the edge and down into the pit.