Just a few months into my tenure with the NYPD, I was summoned to a top-level meeting at the “secret bunker” at the top of One Police Plaza, Headquarters.   All the top brass were there – Chiefs, Commissioners, and of course, the legendary Police Commissioner Bill Bratton.  Lots of stars, dark blue.  Oak paneled walls, TV monitors everywhere.  Very serious faces, remarks.  I was just supposed to observe until my Deputy Commissioner volunteers me to say something.  Put on the spot, I manage to blurt out a few barely intelligible words.  Bratton laughs, but what I say is eventually proven accurate.  I am 37.  For the next four years, I advise the rest of the brass on a variety of issues.  A highlight of my life.