pumped into
the air in front of him.
Jamison
turned and gave Tom and me a high five as the patrolmen hauled the two
survivors by us.
The rest of the afternoon was spent
cleaning up our mess from the car chase. There were a few injured pedestrians,
but most of all we were all glad that the jerk hadn’t gotten away. I sent Tom
home at four. In the excitement of the chase, he’d missed his lunch again, and
he looked a bit off. I sat at my desk
entering the final notes to Sharon’s case, and my phone rang.
“Sounds like you caused quite a stir
downtown today ran out of things to do?” said my sweetie.
“Yeah, it was getting slow. There hasn’t
been a good car chase downtown for four or five years. How’s the new almost ME
doing?”
“Since, you don’t have anything to do
tonight, I thought I’d buy some steaks, and we could barbeque at your place. I
know you hate to leave Felix alone.”
“He does get a bit peckish at the end of
the day. How about six?”
“I’ll see you then and good work today
Abby.”
“Thanks Maya.”
I hung up and closed up shop. I stood at the bus stop,
still feeling the remnants of the high that I’d been on during the chase.
There’s always the adrenalin that surges inside you, and the thrill of the
chase can’t be matched for a policeman. The down side is sometimes you don’t
come out the other side alive. Luckily the statistics are on our side, but lady
luck sometimes rolls snake eyes and one of us dies. We that are left behind
grieve and cry, but in the end it’s about the chase.
It was almost May, so my shorts and a
T-shirt felt good. I always dress up for barbeques with my dates. Felix, true
to form, followed and hounded me until his food was opened and placed before
him. I setup the grill and got it heating at five til’ six. At six ten, Maya
walked in with a bag in one hand and two garment bags.
“Are we going on a trip and you haven’t
told me?” I asked.
“No, but since I seem to be spending a lot
of my time here, I thought I’d bring some clothes over.”
“Good idea. You go get your clothes put
away, and I’ll start the steaks.”
I took the bag from her and was rewarded for my
harrowing day with a kiss. Sometimes that’s all the reward I need. Maya headed
upstairs while Mr. Barbeque and I got the steaks ready for the grill. However,
that lasted for about a minute until Felix smelled the lack of evidence; I
wasn’t cooking fish. He walked off in a huff, and gave me that look that only
disgruntled cats can give as he turned five times, and laid his fat-self down.
The steaks were sizzling outside as I stood at the
sink cutting up a salad. I felt my favorite arms around me as I worked.
“Excuse me madam, but could you check the steaks while
I finish here,” I said.
I
set the knife down and turned into a hug and a pre dinner kiss. I looked into
Maya’s eyes, and got lost for a second or two. I swatted her lightly on the
butt, and turned her toward the barbeque.
“Don’t let the steaks burn.”
We finished our dinner, sleeping cat and
all. We talked about Maya’s promotion and my closed case. After two glasses of
wine, a hot shower, and some serious fooling around, we lay snuggled in my bed.
Maya’s soft purring snore finally lulled me to sleep.
the air in front of him.
Jamison
turned and gave Tom and me a high five as the patrolmen hauled the two
survivors by us.
The rest of the afternoon was spent
cleaning up our mess from the car chase. There were a few injured pedestrians,
but most of all we were all glad that the jerk hadn’t gotten away. I sent Tom
home at four. In the excitement of the chase, he’d missed his lunch again, and
he looked a bit off. I sat at my desk
entering the final notes to Sharon’s case, and my phone rang.
“Sounds like you caused quite a stir
downtown today ran out of things to do?” said my sweetie.
“Yeah, it was getting slow. There hasn’t
been a good car chase downtown for four or five years. How’s the new almost ME
doing?”
“Since, you don’t have anything to do
tonight, I thought I’d buy some steaks, and we could barbeque at your place. I
know you hate to leave Felix alone.”
“He does get a bit peckish at the end of
the day. How about six?”
“I’ll see you then and good work today
Abby.”
“Thanks Maya.”
I hung up and closed up shop. I stood at the bus stop,
still feeling the remnants of the high that I’d been on during the chase.
There’s always the adrenalin that surges inside you, and the thrill of the
chase can’t be matched for a policeman. The down side is sometimes you don’t
come out the other side alive. Luckily the statistics are on our side, but lady
luck sometimes rolls snake eyes and one of us dies. We that are left behind
grieve and cry, but in the end it’s about the chase.
It was almost May, so my shorts and a
T-shirt felt good. I always dress up for barbeques with my dates. Felix, true
to form, followed and hounded me until his food was opened and placed before
him. I setup the grill and got it heating at five til’ six. At six ten, Maya
walked in with a bag in one hand and two garment bags.
“Are we going on a trip and you haven’t
told me?” I asked.
“No, but since I seem to be spending a lot
of my time here, I thought I’d bring some clothes over.”
“Good idea. You go get your clothes put
away, and I’ll start the steaks.”
I took the bag from her and was rewarded for my
harrowing day with a kiss. Sometimes that’s all the reward I need. Maya headed
upstairs while Mr. Barbeque and I got the steaks ready for the grill. However,
that lasted for about a minute until Felix smelled the lack of evidence; I
wasn’t cooking fish. He walked off in a huff, and gave me that look that only
disgruntled cats can give as he turned five times, and laid his fat-self down.
The steaks were sizzling outside as I stood at the
sink cutting up a salad. I felt my favorite arms around me as I worked.
“Excuse me madam, but could you check the steaks while
I finish here,” I said.
I
set the knife down and turned into a hug and a pre dinner kiss. I looked into
Maya’s eyes, and got lost for a second or two. I swatted her lightly on the
butt, and turned her toward the barbeque.
“Don’t let the steaks burn.”
We finished our dinner, sleeping cat and
all. We talked about Maya’s promotion and my closed case. After two glasses of
wine, a hot shower, and some serious fooling around, we lay snuggled in my bed.
Maya’s soft purring snore finally lulled me to sleep.
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