Bab 17: Chase

"Earth to Kelly."

I squint up at Sergeant Gutierrez, who is standing outside my patrol car with her arms folded across her chest. One perfectly sculpted eyebrow is raised above the line of her sunglasses.

I’ve been on a tear this morning, scrubbing down every inch of my patrol car, wiping down every nook and cranny with possibly more vigor and attention than is strictly necessary, but the city is quiet this morning and I need to keep myself occupied. If I don’t, there’s real danger that I could end up thinking too hard about last night. About the wide-eyed way Liv looked at me as she came, about the catch in her voice when she thanked me for putting that pillow under her hips.

About the way she asked me to leave.

Which I feel great about, by the way. That’s how I normally roll, that’s what I normally like. Nailing it and bailing it. Officer Good Times.