[Bovice]

Randy sighed as he sat in his dark green Ford Taurus. The damn person he had been watching hadn't shown up yet, and it was time for him to get off. He reached forward and grabbed the walkie talkie, "Dispatch? This is D-114." He let the black button go as he continued to watch the building. "Go ahead D-114." The dispatcher's voice rang through the silent car. "I need D-117 to come and take over my post." He ran his other hand through his light brown hair. "10-4." When the dispatcher came through again he clipped the walkie back to the dash board.

Randy saw another Detective from the police station coming down the road. He quickly started his car and drove away. He started patting his vest pockets, cursing under his breath when he pulled out an empty pack of cigarettes. Now he was very smart, but he didn't care that he could die from smoking. He could die from his job. Shimmying out of his jacket as he pulled into a stores parking lot. His golden pistol being showed along with his badge. He pulled into a parking stall and got out after he shut off the car. Quickly making his was to the store and walking in the door.