Chase opens the door to the back seat of the police car but suddenly he pauses. "Are you expected anywhere right now?"
"Uh. No." I try to guess exactly what he’s getting at. "If you’re asking if I’m still okay with playing Get Arrested by the Neighborhood Hot Cop, I’m cool. This is completely consensual."
I must have guessed correctly because he nods slightly then says, "You can argue about it more at the station," and pushes my head down with one hand so I don’t bump it as he puts me inside.
He closes the door and then gets in the front seat and starts the car.
I’m grinning as he drives us off the street into a dimly lit corner of the Corinth parking lot, which thanks to our lack of infrastructure updates is really dimly lit. Next, he picks up his radio. "Dispatch, this is 898 going on e-call," he says.