Page 37 of Protected By West
Weston was driving his Ranger issued vehicle, following the tracking data on his phone. Leaning over from the passenger seat Duval looked at the screen and frowned.
"Huh."
"Huh?" Weston chuckled at his friend. "Those communications classes really helped."
"Communications classes?" Dally called out from the back seat. "Where did he take those?"
West smiled, but he didn't answer the question. Oxy, smiled at him in the rear view mirror and gave a little snort of laughter. "Can I tell?"
Duval lifted his left hand and extended a rather emphatic middle finger.
Weston turned his head for a moment and sighed as he turned back to the road in front of him at the map and marker on the screen. "Gentlemen, remember, this is an official vehicle and you are all wearing uniforms. If you want to make questionable gestures with your fingers, wait until you're on your own time and in street clothes."
Duval settled back in his chair and smiled. "Yes, dad."
Oxy's snorted from the back seat. "That sounds so wrong."
Dally covered his face with his hand. "So damn wrong."
West rolled his eyes. "You guys are worse then children."
Dally opened his mouth just as Weston looked up into the rearview mirror. "Say it and you'll be walking, Dally."
Dally practically smothered himself to keep quiet and Weston turned onto the ramp parallel to West Lubbock Street and when he saw the Texas State Trooper car ahead of him, pulled off to the side.
Oxy leaned forward and put his hand on the side of Duval's chair. "What's up ahead, West?"
"State Trooper Bonney."
Dally leaned forward and braced himself as they came to a complete stop. "You think he'd fit in?"
West set the parking brake, but left the Chevy running. After he unbuckled his seat belt he half turned in his seat so he could see the three of them at the same time. "Well, according to the letter from his supervisor, he follows orders, unlike you three who are planning to test my patience." He heard the collective frown in the car and shook his head. "I can tell. I'm from a big family. My cousins were a handful growing up. So don't try to blow smoke up my ass."
He unlocked the car doors and got out.
The other three followed suit.
The scene they walked up on was one for the record books.
And one that was likely to make its way onto a YouTube Police Interaction Video.
"You're wasting my time, asshole!"
The hullabaloo was coming from the SUV in front of the Trooper's car.
The woman making the ear splitting shriek was likely wearing a wig.
Weston couldn't see how any hair product company would come up with a hair dyethatugly.
The wig had likely been part of a clown college or a discount Halloween store. It was a surprising neon puce that would have to be scrubbed from his brain at a later date.
"Ma'am. I appreciate that you're late for your hair appointment, but you were going forty miles above the speed limit."
"Forty?" She glared at the trooper. "It wasn't more than thirty! What kind of machine are you using!"
Weston saw Duval draw up short at the woman's answering sneer.
They both knew that there was going to be a record of her inadvertent admission on the Trooper's body camera.
