"Officer E!" the little boy, a second grader, called. He waved his hand in the air amid the chatter of the classroom.
"Yeah, what's up?"
"I need to whisper something to you."
So Officer E, as he's known around his new school, headed to the boy's desk and leaned in, ready to hear his secret. But another kid made a show of eavesdropping, so the whispering would have to wait.
"I know," said Officer E. "Why don't you come up here and help me?"
The boy went to the front of the class to hold some visual aids for the day's lesson, reminding Officer E that backup now comes not in screaming sirens but small friendships.
After a while the class, distracted with other tasks, forgot about the boy and his whisper. Officer E leaned down to hear what his young friend needed to say. The boy cupped his hand around his mouth and pressed it to the policeman's ear.
"My dad's in jail," the child said quietly, then paused. "If you see him, will you say hi to him?"
Noah, Officer E, set his hand on the boy's shoulder, patted it gently.
"Sure, buddy. Of course I will."
They didn't cover this in Academy.