the son for not taking him to his father’s car. They reached the district justice, and Michael brought his prisoner in front of the bench. After a five-minute hearing, a trial date was set, and the son was released on his own recognizance.
“Now take me there!” the newly arraigned man yelled at Michael.
“Do I look like a taxi service? You’re gonna have to find your own way to wherever you wanna go. Insurance only covers you in the car if you’re under arrest. You are no longer under arrest. Call a cab on your mother’s dime.”
The kid was cussing at Michael as he got back into the cruiser and headed toward the town of Novel to locate the father. When he arrived at the crash scene, he found the on-duty cruiser and a detective unit present. The car had side-swiped a telephone pole and broken a fire hydrant, which was sending water a couple of hundred feet into the air.
Michael parked away from the waterfall and met with the detective-on-scene in his car.
“Why’d they call you out?” Michael asked the older but very handsome detective.
“They found some stolen firearms in the trunk, along with a couple of ski masks and other crap that makes it look like it was a holdup kit for someone. I understand you want him for attempted assault?”
“Yeah, sure do. By the way, I’m new. My name’s Michael Hawthorn.”
The detective stuck out his hand and said, “Good to meet ya. I’m Tyler Jenkins, the one and only departmental detective, which is why I’m sitting here in the middle of the night with this drunken son of a bitch,” he said as the patrol unit took the suspect away to charge him with DWI and weapons violations.
“You need any help here?”
“Well, yeah, if you wanna give me a hand. I need a complete inventory of the car before we hook it and haul it away,” Tyler said.
At first, Michael didn’t hear him, as he was fixated on the detective’s green eyes. Michael wasn’t usually attracted to men in their forties, but something about this one got Michael’s attention.
“Michael?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure thing,” the young patrolman said as he climbed out of the car. He went to his own cruiser, where he took the raincoat from the trunk and put it on. Opening an umbrella, he headed to the car sitting in the middle of the waterfall.
That is one hot man sitting in that patrol car!
Twenty minutes later, Michael had finished the inventory of the vehicle and went back to the detective. The sun was just beginning to come up over the horizon as Michael got back into the car.
“Okay, here’s the inventory, and I’ve signed it at the bottom. Other than what you already took out of the car, there’s no other contraband.”
Tyler took the sheet, looked it over, and said, “Perfect. How long you been on the job?”
“Well, actually, tonight is my first solo shift. So, I guess you can say I’m a rookie.”
“Just keep up work like this, and you’ll not be a rookie for long. Look, why don’t you go back to your town, clock off duty, and come back and meet me at the station. We can go for breakfast at the diner down the street, since you don’t have any breakfast places in your town.” He gave Michael a sexy smile.
“Yeah, yeah, I’d like that,” Michael said as he checked his watch. “I get off in about fifty minutes, so I can be back here a little past seven-thirty.”
“Yep, that’s great. See you then, and thanks for helping out.”
Michael smiled and left Tyler. He went back to his station, signed his reports for the night, and waited for his relief to come in. Day shift was usually taken by the chief, and he was always on time.
When the chief arrived, Michael briefed him on the arrest and was told he’d done a good job. Michael jumped into his own car and headed back to Novel. As he was driving and thinking about the older man he was meeting, Michael felt his dick harden in his uniform pants and was surprised at himself for reacting that way.
“Now take me there!” the newly arraigned man yelled at Michael.
“Do I look like a taxi service? You’re gonna have to find your own way to wherever you wanna go. Insurance only covers you in the car if you’re under arrest. You are no longer under arrest. Call a cab on your mother’s dime.”
The kid was cussing at Michael as he got back into the cruiser and headed toward the town of Novel to locate the father. When he arrived at the crash scene, he found the on-duty cruiser and a detective unit present. The car had side-swiped a telephone pole and broken a fire hydrant, which was sending water a couple of hundred feet into the air.
Michael parked away from the waterfall and met with the detective-on-scene in his car.
“Why’d they call you out?” Michael asked the older but very handsome detective.
“They found some stolen firearms in the trunk, along with a couple of ski masks and other crap that makes it look like it was a holdup kit for someone. I understand you want him for attempted assault?”
“Yeah, sure do. By the way, I’m new. My name’s Michael Hawthorn.”
The detective stuck out his hand and said, “Good to meet ya. I’m Tyler Jenkins, the one and only departmental detective, which is why I’m sitting here in the middle of the night with this drunken son of a bitch,” he said as the patrol unit took the suspect away to charge him with DWI and weapons violations.
“You need any help here?”
“Well, yeah, if you wanna give me a hand. I need a complete inventory of the car before we hook it and haul it away,” Tyler said.
At first, Michael didn’t hear him, as he was fixated on the detective’s green eyes. Michael wasn’t usually attracted to men in their forties, but something about this one got Michael’s attention.
“Michael?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure thing,” the young patrolman said as he climbed out of the car. He went to his own cruiser, where he took the raincoat from the trunk and put it on. Opening an umbrella, he headed to the car sitting in the middle of the waterfall.
That is one hot man sitting in that patrol car!
Twenty minutes later, Michael had finished the inventory of the vehicle and went back to the detective. The sun was just beginning to come up over the horizon as Michael got back into the car.
“Okay, here’s the inventory, and I’ve signed it at the bottom. Other than what you already took out of the car, there’s no other contraband.”
Tyler took the sheet, looked it over, and said, “Perfect. How long you been on the job?”
“Well, actually, tonight is my first solo shift. So, I guess you can say I’m a rookie.”
“Just keep up work like this, and you’ll not be a rookie for long. Look, why don’t you go back to your town, clock off duty, and come back and meet me at the station. We can go for breakfast at the diner down the street, since you don’t have any breakfast places in your town.” He gave Michael a sexy smile.
“Yeah, yeah, I’d like that,” Michael said as he checked his watch. “I get off in about fifty minutes, so I can be back here a little past seven-thirty.”
“Yep, that’s great. See you then, and thanks for helping out.”
Michael smiled and left Tyler. He went back to his station, signed his reports for the night, and waited for his relief to come in. Day shift was usually taken by the chief, and he was always on time.
When the chief arrived, Michael briefed him on the arrest and was told he’d done a good job. Michael jumped into his own car and headed back to Novel. As he was driving and thinking about the older man he was meeting, Michael felt his dick harden in his uniform pants and was surprised at himself for reacting that way.
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