Page 35 of I Can't Even

We started out driving around the area.

“Tell me. Is this what you do all day?” I asked.

“Nope,” he answered as his eyes looked at his computer as he typed the license plate of the car in front of us into the program. “I usually pick up one or two shifts a week, but I’ve gotten into a more desk job position over the last six months after I hurt myself. I took over for our old sergeant when he went out for neck surgery. Only, he doesn’t plan on coming back, and apparently, I’ve done too good of a job at running the ship at the station. Therefore, from now on, I’ll do a lot of the leg work at the station when it comes to the patrol units. If something arises, like it did tonight with one of my officers, then I’ll pick up a shift.”

Something beeped, and I looked at the gibberish on the screen.

“What’s that mean?” I asked curiously.

“It means he has a warrant out for his arrest,” he said. “Whatever happens after this, you stay in the car.”

My eyes widened as he flipped on the lights, and the man in front of him sped up for a second.

Only, the speeding up thing he did was just so he could get over into the lane that would spit him out into a parking lot beside us.

Quaid called the stop in, then got out of the car.

I watched with an excitement that I didn’t think I would ever feel.

This was the coolest thing ever!

And, twenty minutes later, the man who was sitting in the back of the police cruiser was grumbling.

“I swear to Christ, Officer,” the older gentleman said. “I returned that car to the airport!”

The warrant the man had out on him was for a stolen car from a rental company.

“Actually, I believe you,” Quaid said. “There’s a class action lawsuit going on right now from this same exact thing happening to other people. But unfortunately, you still have a warrant out for your arrest. It’ll get sorted out, but I definitely think you need to find that lawyer everyone else is using and hop on the bandwagon. This is gonna be a shit show.”

I walked into the station a couple minutes later with Quaid escorting the man to the booking area.

I waited out of the way for him to do his thing—and had to wipe the drool off my face when he finally turned around to give me his attention.

The man was incredibly exciting to be around.

Not only was he gorgeous with dark blond, almost brown hair, all unruly and wind-blown, but the way he treated everyone around him was refreshing.

I could tell he was the big man on campus—or at the police station—but he treated every single person he ran into on the way into and out of the station like he was a great friend.

We were just walking out of the booking area when an officer called out for help.

Quaid moved fast, pushing through the door of the station so fast I didn’t see him move until he was already gone.

Seconds later, he and a female cop came through the door all but dragging a man who was way less agreeable about being arrested than Quaid’s guy.

The man shook off the female officer’s hold, but Quaid’s was rock steady and yanked him until he was sitting on a chair beside another officer who was doing the booking process.

It took two seconds for the man to be seated and cuffed to the chair that was bolted to the ground.

“If I come back in here and find out that you’re fucking with my officers again, I’ll make this process a hell of a lot harder than it needs to be.” He pointed his large finger in the man’s face.

The man tried to spit on him, but Quaid was prepared for it, pulling a helmet of some sort out of a pile next to the desk and shoving it onto the man’s head.

It was breathable, yet impossible for the man to do any spitting. Which was obviously the reason for them to be where they were.

Quaid slapped the booking officer on the shoulder and said, “Have fun with this one.”

Then he was jerking his head at me to follow him.

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