CHAPTER SIXTEENA police car sat parked on the side of a 7-11 occupied by two cops. They stuffed their faces with Big Bite hotdogs topped with the works and slurped mixed Icee’s.
The day seemed to crawl by so they found themselves bored, just hoping some sort of drama would arise to keep them busy until it was time to clock out.
“Ahhh, f**k, man!” O’ Reilly looked down at the mustard and ketchup stain on his uniform.
“Yeah, that’s a beaut!” Bennette whistled seeming the stain on his partner’s shirt. He then tossed what was left of the hotdog into his mouth and munched it down. Afterwards, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and balled it up.
“Gemme a couple of those napkins, will ya?”
“Sure thing,” Bennette passed his partner a few napkins. For a moment he watched as he tried to rub the s
