Instead of staking out the local chop shop he could be out
with Gina, or Lola. Oh yeah Lola. He popped the lid off his coffee and tossed
it onto the dash with the rest of the nights' collection. Maybe this one
wouldn't taste like used oil.
After seven hours of crap coffee and no action, he watched
the sleek sedan pull up to the garage door. The detective took a tentative sip
and sighed as a big man stepped out of the car and straightened his coat, the
hood he’d been looking for. He regretfully tossed the first decent cup of java
all night out the window and flipped on the flashing lights. At least his
wasn't the only date night to get ruined.
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