Schwab was reaching for the door handle of Lee's car when the screech of rubber on road made them both jump. Looking behind them, they saw a peeling orange pickup jerk to a halt behind Schwab's cop car. Lee could see the color drain from the officer's face; clearly, he recognized the car. Lee searched his brain, pushing aside the distraction that was Officer Casey Schwab, but couldn't pair a face with the truck.
As the door opened, the click of the latch seemingly echoed across the empty road. Time slowed down as a single foot clad in a 6 inch red heel stepped down to the pavement and a familiar face stepped out of the vehicle.
Mrs. Schwab had clearly changed out of her work clothes, clad instead in a hot pink tube top that highlighted her huge Willy Wonkas and a black leather miniskirt, emphasis on the mini. She pushed her sunglasses up from her eyes, revealing a healthy coating of emerald green eyeshadow, and tucked the shades in her blonde hair. She raised one red pump and began to walk towards the pair.
Lee felt himself staring, but couldn't will himself to stop. One second he was ready to bang his favorite Liberty Park police officer, and the next he was face to face with said officers wife. What the hell was going on? He glanced at Schwab himself, finding a sliver of satisfaction at how uncomfortable the officer looked as his wife approached. He'd hidden the handcuffs he was about to use on Lee and was shifting where he stood, betraying how nervous the woman made him.
"Hi, boys," Mrs. Schwab breathed through her cherry lipstick, "Mind if I join?"
