She rolled her eyes and handed them both to me.
The license was almost orangey yellow, likely from the amount of smoke that was caked onto it.
I eyed the license.
Expired.
The registration was out, too.
“Both of these are expired,” I told her.
She smiled. “They’re not. I just never got the new tags and license.”
My ass.
“You were going fifty in a thirty-five,” I said. “I’m writing you a ticket today for that, as well as the expired tags, the expired license, and the littering.”
“What littering?” she asked in outrage.
I pointed at the cigarette butt.
“You can pick that up when you go get your food,” I said as I headed back to my car with her license.
I called the information in to the dispatcher, who didn’t have much to add seeing as she’d already given me everything she could scrounge up about the car owner.
I finished writing all the tickets, then went to hand them back to her.
I saw she’d gotten up to get her food, but not the cigarette butt.
“You forgot to get your trash,” I said as I handed the tickets to her. “Sign them and hand over the back copies.”
The woman rolled her eyes, signed them, then went back to eating her hamburger.
“I’m not moving until you get that picked up,” I said. “I’m hungry, too.”
She snorted. “Maybe they’ll poison your burger.”
I walked to the window and ordered a drink and some chili-cheese fries.
The woman watched me order. Watched me get my food. Then watched me eat it.
All the while I could tell she was getting angrier and angrier that I wasn’t moving my cruiser.
As I threw my trash away, I fully expected to go to my cruiser and sit, but she threw the door open and bounced the door off the speaker. She marched to the cigarette butt with scaly looking legs then marched back to her truck and tossed the cigarette butt down into her floorboard with what looked to be a thousand other cigarette butts.
Gross.
She threw her hands up and pointed at me.
I grinned and walked back to my car.
Sometimes, being a police officer was so much fun…
The last thing that I wanted to deal with when I got into the office was Kelly, but life didn’t like me.
She smiled and waved when I was forced to walk through the front door and acted like we hadn’t just seen each other only a couple of hours ago.
When I’d left, there were FBI guys with Black taking up the back conference room. In doing so, they’d ordered us to use the front door, which meant I had to fucking see Kelly.
