***
Time to light a fire under the lazy city folks downtown. Rocky called dispatch on his shoulder radio.
“O’Sullivan 678.”
“Go ahead, O’Sullivan 678.”
“Revesby Park. West-side. Reporting abandoned vehicle for impound. Silver four-door sedan. License LUCKY. Repeat. License: Lima-Uniform-Charlie-Kilo-Yankee. Whole mess of violations under the wiper, at least a baker’s dozen.”
“Roger that, O’Sullivan. Dispatching tow-truck A-SAP.”
Rocky suspected the car would still be there tomorrow morning. He hoped not. He was tired of seeing LUCKY on his beat. He wanted it gone.
***
Nance meandered for about a block and a half before she found a lone police officer walking along a row of parked cars. She contemplated going to the police station directly, but it was ten blocks away and they didn’t
