Hello All! Sorry for the long wait. Hope you like chapter 4! Not too much
of Tanner in this one at all, but he will be in the next chapter. On with
the story!
"You owe me lunch!" I mused sinking one last shot through the mini hoop. Mary frowned and picked up the crumpled paper 'basketball'.
"Best two out of three." My boss called me to come into the offices at the precinct today for some special treat. I knew whatever it was; I would not like it. My boss was a sexist dinosaur I never seemed to get along with. Not that it mattered; no one around here liked him much.
"So how was your date on Saturday?" She asked smiling. I gave her a look of death. She just laughed. "I told you that mechanic was bad news..." I didn't mention the ride back with Tanner at all. "So, are you ready for your big speech coming up?" Mary asked aiming for the hoop on the back of her office door. Mary is a cop and a long time friend of mine working inside the precinct, mainly taking domestic disturbance calls. I spun slowly around in her computer chair. "I heard the president of the Liberty Museum was going to be there... I wonder what I will wear..." I rolled my eyes. The big Police Charity Ball (or Fuzz Ball as many like to call it) was coming up and the head of the director's committee asked me to give the opening speech. This year over $500,000 was raised through donations and other unmentioned methods. Aside from the money, many jewels and the very rare and beautiful Aquarius Diamond was acquired. The precious jewels came primarily from big dogs that were thrown in jail and had to leave their precious stolen goods behind.
"Yeah... About that... I don't know if I'm going." I replied making Mary miss her shot. "Your boss seems to think you'll do a great job giving that speech." She said flipping on the radio then recovering the shot. "He doesn't even like me. I have no idea why he wants me to give this speech. Besides, I'm busy enough as it is." I missed another shot. Captain Geneky, as if right on cue stuck his head into Mary's doorway. My shot hit him on the forehead.
"Speak of the devil" I said quietly turning in the chair. "Cherish, get 'your $$ in here!" He yelled turning red. Someone was in a great mood. I exchanged looks with Mary.
"I'll talk to you later." Frowning, I followed Geneky out of Mary's office. He walked so quickly, I had to half jog to keep up.
"All right Cherish, a T.C.R. is going to be installed into your car." He coarsely spat. "A what sir?" I had to practically yell to be heard over all the commotion around us. "A T.C.R. Cherish!" I had no idea what he was talking about. "Wait...wait... You mean those things the cops have in their police cars?! You know I am not on call sir!" "This way we will finally have a way of contacting you." Geneky replied without looking at me. "What about my cell---" "Your freakin' cell never works! Now you will be on duty and on call all day. I gave you two weeks to catch the other Forelli brother, and he ain't in jail yet, so we're doing things my way!" A vein in his forehead throbbed.
We reached his office at the end of the noisy reception room. He began digging through drawers. "Sir, with all due respect, I have a lead. I talked to a witness in the protection program and----" He was obviously not listening. I couldn't talk over the shuffling. I raised my voice.
"---- And he thinks Forelli is making a move around the harbor area---" He pulled out a large black metallic box and threw it at me with ease for how heavy it actually was. I caught it with an 'oomph'. The device probably weighed 20 pounds.
"Have that thing installed by tomorrow! Now GET OUT!"
He hurried me out of his office and slammed the door. 'Ok...' I examined the black box. 'Thanks for the present boss...' Just another day.
I burst out the main doors of the downtown LC Precinct. Sunlight immediately warmed my face. Downtown was bustling with life---people trying to catch the bus, street vendors, business people---What a beautiful day. This was the kind of day many families travel to the beach on. I jumped down the stairs and made my way around to the back of the building.
Charlie was by my Stang examining it with a clip board. 'Now what..?' Charlie was a young cop in training probably just out of his teens.
"Detective M. Cherish... Nice to see you agian."
"Hey Charlie... Call me Mia alright?" "Yeah, I'm just here to install the T.C.R." I groaned and handed it to him.
"What is this thing going to do exactly?" I asked not wanting to know the answer.
"It is really more for your safety, Mia. The main precinct will be able to contact you more often." He said still writing on the clipboard.
"So basically they will have me doing calls now? I'm not stupid ya' know. This thing is a police radio not a TCBY." "T.C.R., Mia." He corrected me. "Tracking...Communication... and Reaction."
I raised an eyebrow. He finished writing and began installing Toby as I named the dumb thing after I unlocked my 'Stang.
Charlie was a decent kid, but jumpy. Always running around... I remembered my days as an intern. I smiled and stretched out on a nearby plot of grass. I took out some case files and scanned them over. A few hours later he was finally finished.
"Ok... Transponder... Check. VHSC codes... Check. Antennea... Check."
"Whoa...whoa...whoa! Antennae?!" What will this thing have its own zip code next? It already is blocking all the front seat foot room.
"Just kidding. You might want to scan this over." He said handing me a five pound hardcover white booklet entitled Getting to Know your T.C.R. It showed a little girl holding hands with a cartoon black box wearing clothes.
"Righhhhhhhht. Thanks a lot." I threw the book into the backseat and took off. The day was quickly becoming night. Some clouds began to envelope the sky overhead. "... Some scattered thunderstorms will occur tonight beginning with a heavy fog early, then turning into heavy showers around midnight. Stay tuned for more Chatterbox up ahead----" I switched the radio I normally listened to off and attempted to turn the black box on.
I kicked the box to get it working. It flickered, then remained lit. "... Pshhhhhh...Thank you for choosing T.C.R. part of the Zaibatsu Corporation..." The thing wouldn't shut up. I loved my Mustang the way it was. It was like my office on wheels, it was my freedom away from a typical 9-5 job. Now, my boss somehow managed to mess that up.
The roads were beginning to become harder and harder to see through the condensing fog. As day slowly became night, people started clearing the streets. Like an unwritten rule, citizens of Liberty knew the evil men could do, and fearfully returned to safety after dark. The fog was like a blanket, hiding all within its grasp. I turned my lights onto brights. I squinted to see the street. "Pshhhhhhhhhhh....Unit 57 in pursuit of armed suspect in Aspartia. Requesting immediate backup. I repeat, armed white male----" I solve cases. Not get into the middle of them. Was I supposed to help? The fog cleared a little and a large half finished blue building came to my view. Large buildings surrounding me faded into and out of view. I realized I was in the area the guy was in! "Pshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" The radio went silent. I waited a few seconds. Nothing. I slowly flicked the radio off. The light didn't change. I looked around a little nervously. The fog was eerily thick. I knew what I needed to do.
Pulling the car to a halt at the side of the road I stuffed handcuffs into my pocket. I pulled a short trench coat over my green blouse and picked up a flashlight from the compartment. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I pulled a metallic box out from under my seat. I do not like guns at all, but unfortunately, I do own one. I only use it on the job. That's it. A small .45 standard issue police gun met my eyes. I carefully picked it up and loaded it with a few bullets, keeping the safety on. I carefully holstered it to the inside of my coat, out of view.
Through the fog, I could barely make out the construction site on the other side of the street. I quickly and quietly began walking towards the site. I reached the blue gate surrounding the site and began following it. At least I now know I have protection on one side of me. I could barely make out street lights a few feet in front of me due to the fog. How was I supposed to find a criminal?
Faintly, I could hear someone walking up ahead of me. Squinting through the fog, I could make out a tall, dark figure. I assumed it was the criminal (who else would be walking around at this time around the construction site?). I quickly walked within yards of the man. Getting closer, I noted the guy had reddish hair and no visible guns. He seemed too deep into his own thoughts to notice someone sneaking up behind him. I pulled out my .45.
"Don't Move! Turn around slowly!" I yelled.
The man turned around. I immediately recognized his face. Blue eyes... Red hair... 5 o' clock shadow...
"I know you...Your face was all over the news when they caught you. To believe the Infamous San Andreas Drug Lord was finally caught doing a grunts deal." This was the infamous Paul Metziani drug baron from San Andreas. I have never met him personally, but I have heard a lot about him recently. Maybe turning this guy over to the slammer would be the key to getting the hunk of junk out of my car.
I held my gun out steadily for how sweaty my hands were.
"He was a big buyer." The guy smoothly said eyeing the gun.
"Everyone knew it was too good to be true finally having you in the slammer, then during your transfer some how you had enough luck left to escape."
"You're like a cat in those heels. I couldn't hear you at all... What have you been doing? Playing metal gear?" He said with a smirk.
"Ha, it's called experience wiseguy." I slowly put the gun back into its hollister not taking my eyes away from him. I pulled out some handcuffs.
"Well what are ya gonna do girlie, take me in? And make sure I'm put away this time?" This triggered something in my mind. Another criminal thinking he can get away with anything... Even though he was bigger then me, I had to still somehow take him down. Using the element of surprise,
I grabbed his arms and threw him against the construction wall with all my energy. I secured his hands together tightly. Geez, for his size, he didn't even make an effort to escape. I was thankful for this; I didn't have enough energy for a chase, nor was I was not in the mood for one.
"Funny, I expected you to struggle some..." I noted after making sure the irons were on tight.
"Timing is everything" He replied. 'what?'
Wham! --Out cold.
Drip Drip Drip
The steady heavy falling of raindrops beat against a hollow metal surface. I faded in and out of consciousness for a while. I slowly regained some thought and senses, though my body was still stiff. I was laying on a soft surface. I listened for anything besides raindrops before slowly opening my eyes. Where am I...? I leaned up slowly, letting my eyes adjust to the new darkness. I was in the backseat of a car. My car. My car was in havoc. My coat looked as if it had been gone through. I zipped it back up. The compartments had been emptied almost completely and my beige purse and its contents lay across the floor. The earlier events came spinning back to me. Man... I rubbed my head and looked out the window to try to see exactly where I was. He had head butted me really hard. I just prayed he didn't drive me somewhere really dangerous or out into the woods or something.
Outside the rain beat down unmercifully onto a seedy street. A sign read "Mike's Milkshakes-Now 100% pure cow milk" The dull glowing sign (aside from some flickering street lights) were the only lights illuminating the area I was in. I was a block away from the construction site I realized, seeing the top of the growing tower over some smaller apartment buildings. I was actually a little relived right now... I knew the killer could have done almost anything with me while I was out cold. This incident didn't make me afraid of him any more, it just made me more determined to put Mr. Paul Metziani out of business.
I quickly locked all the doors of my Mustang then got back into the backseat. I picked up as much of the things in my purse as I could... Lipstick, case files, perfume, tampons, pictures... Where was my wallet?! I looked under all the seats frantically. My ID, Detective badge, money... I started to freak out. "Darnit!" I yelled banging my head again really hard on the ceiling. "Please be here..."
A familiar beige wallet finally caught my eye on the floor under some papers in the front. Before celebrating, I carefully opened it. My pictures and smaller credit cards were still there, but my $60 was all gone. All right... That I could expect I guess... I'm glad that's all he wanted. I always carry only a small amount of money. In Liberty you'd have to be crazy to walk around with no money or loads of it. Some people carry money around for the sole purpose of giving it to a mugger during an attack.
My badge, car keys, ID, and a few case papers were all on the drivers seat, having obviously been previously examined. One of the case papers was on Paul, Tanner, 8-Ball, and the Forelli brothers to name a few. They must all be connected somehow. I sunk back into car seat closing my eyes.
"... Pshhhhhh detective, are you there? Pshhhhhhh---" The fuzzy police radio snapped me out of my thoughts. I switched it off hard. That thing has brought nothing but bad luck. I glanced at the car clock. It read "1:07A.M." I was out for a long time... He must have hit me hard. My head still throbbed a bit.
The Milkshake place caught my attention again. They must have seen something... I grabbed my keys and some other things and excited my car, pulling a hood over my head. A pale half awake clerk behind the counter and a hobo were the only people in the Milkshake hut. I walked up to the greasy teenager. "Welcome to Mike's Milkshakes... Can I take your order?" The kid said half awake. I don't think he'd be much help.
"Excuse me... Did anyone with reddish hair, and black khaki pants come in here earlier?" I asked politely.
He blinked and yawned a few times before groggily answering. "... Was he a really big guy driving that Mustang?" He said pointing towards my car. He did see something.
"Yes!" I nearly yelled. This got his attention.
"Are you alright... Miss?" He asked suspiciously.
"Do you want me to call you a cab?"
"No! No! Where did he go? When?" He gave me another look. Urgh! I pulled out my badge and flashed it to him. He seemed to understand now. I put it away rolling my eyes.
"Look, I didn't see much! He ordered a shake and burger then took off! Now are you going to order something or not!?" His long bangs now covered his whole face now almost. I looked around. Well... It would be a long ride home.
"Double Berry. Small." I said frowning putting a wet crumpled 5 from my inside hidden, disguised coat pocket on the counter. The only pocket that phyco didn't get to most likely. I took a seat facing the stormy street outside with the milkshake. Let me tell you, it was not as good as the place I normally go to. A lone black car drove wearily off outside. I knew I would meet that guy again... And Tanner.
If only I'd have known how soon...
Thats it! Please R&R
The next chapter "The Fuzz Ball" will have much more action and will have Mia put through tough situations. Tanner will be there also.
"You owe me lunch!" I mused sinking one last shot through the mini hoop. Mary frowned and picked up the crumpled paper 'basketball'.
"Best two out of three." My boss called me to come into the offices at the precinct today for some special treat. I knew whatever it was; I would not like it. My boss was a sexist dinosaur I never seemed to get along with. Not that it mattered; no one around here liked him much.
"So how was your date on Saturday?" She asked smiling. I gave her a look of death. She just laughed. "I told you that mechanic was bad news..." I didn't mention the ride back with Tanner at all. "So, are you ready for your big speech coming up?" Mary asked aiming for the hoop on the back of her office door. Mary is a cop and a long time friend of mine working inside the precinct, mainly taking domestic disturbance calls. I spun slowly around in her computer chair. "I heard the president of the Liberty Museum was going to be there... I wonder what I will wear..." I rolled my eyes. The big Police Charity Ball (or Fuzz Ball as many like to call it) was coming up and the head of the director's committee asked me to give the opening speech. This year over $500,000 was raised through donations and other unmentioned methods. Aside from the money, many jewels and the very rare and beautiful Aquarius Diamond was acquired. The precious jewels came primarily from big dogs that were thrown in jail and had to leave their precious stolen goods behind.
"Yeah... About that... I don't know if I'm going." I replied making Mary miss her shot. "Your boss seems to think you'll do a great job giving that speech." She said flipping on the radio then recovering the shot. "He doesn't even like me. I have no idea why he wants me to give this speech. Besides, I'm busy enough as it is." I missed another shot. Captain Geneky, as if right on cue stuck his head into Mary's doorway. My shot hit him on the forehead.
"Speak of the devil" I said quietly turning in the chair. "Cherish, get 'your $$ in here!" He yelled turning red. Someone was in a great mood. I exchanged looks with Mary.
"I'll talk to you later." Frowning, I followed Geneky out of Mary's office. He walked so quickly, I had to half jog to keep up.
"All right Cherish, a T.C.R. is going to be installed into your car." He coarsely spat. "A what sir?" I had to practically yell to be heard over all the commotion around us. "A T.C.R. Cherish!" I had no idea what he was talking about. "Wait...wait... You mean those things the cops have in their police cars?! You know I am not on call sir!" "This way we will finally have a way of contacting you." Geneky replied without looking at me. "What about my cell---" "Your freakin' cell never works! Now you will be on duty and on call all day. I gave you two weeks to catch the other Forelli brother, and he ain't in jail yet, so we're doing things my way!" A vein in his forehead throbbed.
We reached his office at the end of the noisy reception room. He began digging through drawers. "Sir, with all due respect, I have a lead. I talked to a witness in the protection program and----" He was obviously not listening. I couldn't talk over the shuffling. I raised my voice.
"---- And he thinks Forelli is making a move around the harbor area---" He pulled out a large black metallic box and threw it at me with ease for how heavy it actually was. I caught it with an 'oomph'. The device probably weighed 20 pounds.
"Have that thing installed by tomorrow! Now GET OUT!"
He hurried me out of his office and slammed the door. 'Ok...' I examined the black box. 'Thanks for the present boss...' Just another day.
I burst out the main doors of the downtown LC Precinct. Sunlight immediately warmed my face. Downtown was bustling with life---people trying to catch the bus, street vendors, business people---What a beautiful day. This was the kind of day many families travel to the beach on. I jumped down the stairs and made my way around to the back of the building.
Charlie was by my Stang examining it with a clip board. 'Now what..?' Charlie was a young cop in training probably just out of his teens.
"Detective M. Cherish... Nice to see you agian."
"Hey Charlie... Call me Mia alright?" "Yeah, I'm just here to install the T.C.R." I groaned and handed it to him.
"What is this thing going to do exactly?" I asked not wanting to know the answer.
"It is really more for your safety, Mia. The main precinct will be able to contact you more often." He said still writing on the clipboard.
"So basically they will have me doing calls now? I'm not stupid ya' know. This thing is a police radio not a TCBY." "T.C.R., Mia." He corrected me. "Tracking...Communication... and Reaction."
I raised an eyebrow. He finished writing and began installing Toby as I named the dumb thing after I unlocked my 'Stang.
Charlie was a decent kid, but jumpy. Always running around... I remembered my days as an intern. I smiled and stretched out on a nearby plot of grass. I took out some case files and scanned them over. A few hours later he was finally finished.
"Ok... Transponder... Check. VHSC codes... Check. Antennea... Check."
"Whoa...whoa...whoa! Antennae?!" What will this thing have its own zip code next? It already is blocking all the front seat foot room.
"Just kidding. You might want to scan this over." He said handing me a five pound hardcover white booklet entitled Getting to Know your T.C.R. It showed a little girl holding hands with a cartoon black box wearing clothes.
"Righhhhhhhht. Thanks a lot." I threw the book into the backseat and took off. The day was quickly becoming night. Some clouds began to envelope the sky overhead. "... Some scattered thunderstorms will occur tonight beginning with a heavy fog early, then turning into heavy showers around midnight. Stay tuned for more Chatterbox up ahead----" I switched the radio I normally listened to off and attempted to turn the black box on.
I kicked the box to get it working. It flickered, then remained lit. "... Pshhhhhh...Thank you for choosing T.C.R. part of the Zaibatsu Corporation..." The thing wouldn't shut up. I loved my Mustang the way it was. It was like my office on wheels, it was my freedom away from a typical 9-5 job. Now, my boss somehow managed to mess that up.
The roads were beginning to become harder and harder to see through the condensing fog. As day slowly became night, people started clearing the streets. Like an unwritten rule, citizens of Liberty knew the evil men could do, and fearfully returned to safety after dark. The fog was like a blanket, hiding all within its grasp. I turned my lights onto brights. I squinted to see the street. "Pshhhhhhhhhhh....Unit 57 in pursuit of armed suspect in Aspartia. Requesting immediate backup. I repeat, armed white male----" I solve cases. Not get into the middle of them. Was I supposed to help? The fog cleared a little and a large half finished blue building came to my view. Large buildings surrounding me faded into and out of view. I realized I was in the area the guy was in! "Pshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" The radio went silent. I waited a few seconds. Nothing. I slowly flicked the radio off. The light didn't change. I looked around a little nervously. The fog was eerily thick. I knew what I needed to do.
Pulling the car to a halt at the side of the road I stuffed handcuffs into my pocket. I pulled a short trench coat over my green blouse and picked up a flashlight from the compartment. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I pulled a metallic box out from under my seat. I do not like guns at all, but unfortunately, I do own one. I only use it on the job. That's it. A small .45 standard issue police gun met my eyes. I carefully picked it up and loaded it with a few bullets, keeping the safety on. I carefully holstered it to the inside of my coat, out of view.
Through the fog, I could barely make out the construction site on the other side of the street. I quickly and quietly began walking towards the site. I reached the blue gate surrounding the site and began following it. At least I now know I have protection on one side of me. I could barely make out street lights a few feet in front of me due to the fog. How was I supposed to find a criminal?
Faintly, I could hear someone walking up ahead of me. Squinting through the fog, I could make out a tall, dark figure. I assumed it was the criminal (who else would be walking around at this time around the construction site?). I quickly walked within yards of the man. Getting closer, I noted the guy had reddish hair and no visible guns. He seemed too deep into his own thoughts to notice someone sneaking up behind him. I pulled out my .45.
"Don't Move! Turn around slowly!" I yelled.
The man turned around. I immediately recognized his face. Blue eyes... Red hair... 5 o' clock shadow...
"I know you...Your face was all over the news when they caught you. To believe the Infamous San Andreas Drug Lord was finally caught doing a grunts deal." This was the infamous Paul Metziani drug baron from San Andreas. I have never met him personally, but I have heard a lot about him recently. Maybe turning this guy over to the slammer would be the key to getting the hunk of junk out of my car.
I held my gun out steadily for how sweaty my hands were.
"He was a big buyer." The guy smoothly said eyeing the gun.
"Everyone knew it was too good to be true finally having you in the slammer, then during your transfer some how you had enough luck left to escape."
"You're like a cat in those heels. I couldn't hear you at all... What have you been doing? Playing metal gear?" He said with a smirk.
"Ha, it's called experience wiseguy." I slowly put the gun back into its hollister not taking my eyes away from him. I pulled out some handcuffs.
"Well what are ya gonna do girlie, take me in? And make sure I'm put away this time?" This triggered something in my mind. Another criminal thinking he can get away with anything... Even though he was bigger then me, I had to still somehow take him down. Using the element of surprise,
I grabbed his arms and threw him against the construction wall with all my energy. I secured his hands together tightly. Geez, for his size, he didn't even make an effort to escape. I was thankful for this; I didn't have enough energy for a chase, nor was I was not in the mood for one.
"Funny, I expected you to struggle some..." I noted after making sure the irons were on tight.
"Timing is everything" He replied. 'what?'
Wham! --Out cold.
Drip Drip Drip
The steady heavy falling of raindrops beat against a hollow metal surface. I faded in and out of consciousness for a while. I slowly regained some thought and senses, though my body was still stiff. I was laying on a soft surface. I listened for anything besides raindrops before slowly opening my eyes. Where am I...? I leaned up slowly, letting my eyes adjust to the new darkness. I was in the backseat of a car. My car. My car was in havoc. My coat looked as if it had been gone through. I zipped it back up. The compartments had been emptied almost completely and my beige purse and its contents lay across the floor. The earlier events came spinning back to me. Man... I rubbed my head and looked out the window to try to see exactly where I was. He had head butted me really hard. I just prayed he didn't drive me somewhere really dangerous or out into the woods or something.
Outside the rain beat down unmercifully onto a seedy street. A sign read "Mike's Milkshakes-Now 100% pure cow milk" The dull glowing sign (aside from some flickering street lights) were the only lights illuminating the area I was in. I was a block away from the construction site I realized, seeing the top of the growing tower over some smaller apartment buildings. I was actually a little relived right now... I knew the killer could have done almost anything with me while I was out cold. This incident didn't make me afraid of him any more, it just made me more determined to put Mr. Paul Metziani out of business.
I quickly locked all the doors of my Mustang then got back into the backseat. I picked up as much of the things in my purse as I could... Lipstick, case files, perfume, tampons, pictures... Where was my wallet?! I looked under all the seats frantically. My ID, Detective badge, money... I started to freak out. "Darnit!" I yelled banging my head again really hard on the ceiling. "Please be here..."
A familiar beige wallet finally caught my eye on the floor under some papers in the front. Before celebrating, I carefully opened it. My pictures and smaller credit cards were still there, but my $60 was all gone. All right... That I could expect I guess... I'm glad that's all he wanted. I always carry only a small amount of money. In Liberty you'd have to be crazy to walk around with no money or loads of it. Some people carry money around for the sole purpose of giving it to a mugger during an attack.
My badge, car keys, ID, and a few case papers were all on the drivers seat, having obviously been previously examined. One of the case papers was on Paul, Tanner, 8-Ball, and the Forelli brothers to name a few. They must all be connected somehow. I sunk back into car seat closing my eyes.
"... Pshhhhhh detective, are you there? Pshhhhhhh---" The fuzzy police radio snapped me out of my thoughts. I switched it off hard. That thing has brought nothing but bad luck. I glanced at the car clock. It read "1:07A.M." I was out for a long time... He must have hit me hard. My head still throbbed a bit.
The Milkshake place caught my attention again. They must have seen something... I grabbed my keys and some other things and excited my car, pulling a hood over my head. A pale half awake clerk behind the counter and a hobo were the only people in the Milkshake hut. I walked up to the greasy teenager. "Welcome to Mike's Milkshakes... Can I take your order?" The kid said half awake. I don't think he'd be much help.
"Excuse me... Did anyone with reddish hair, and black khaki pants come in here earlier?" I asked politely.
He blinked and yawned a few times before groggily answering. "... Was he a really big guy driving that Mustang?" He said pointing towards my car. He did see something.
"Yes!" I nearly yelled. This got his attention.
"Are you alright... Miss?" He asked suspiciously.
"Do you want me to call you a cab?"
"No! No! Where did he go? When?" He gave me another look. Urgh! I pulled out my badge and flashed it to him. He seemed to understand now. I put it away rolling my eyes.
"Look, I didn't see much! He ordered a shake and burger then took off! Now are you going to order something or not!?" His long bangs now covered his whole face now almost. I looked around. Well... It would be a long ride home.
"Double Berry. Small." I said frowning putting a wet crumpled 5 from my inside hidden, disguised coat pocket on the counter. The only pocket that phyco didn't get to most likely. I took a seat facing the stormy street outside with the milkshake. Let me tell you, it was not as good as the place I normally go to. A lone black car drove wearily off outside. I knew I would meet that guy again... And Tanner.
If only I'd have known how soon...
Thats it! Please R&R
The next chapter "The Fuzz Ball" will have much more action and will have Mia put through tough situations. Tanner will be there also.