Keith threw a gun and badge on beneath a dark windbreaker, grabbed his department radio from a charging slot in his little home-office and slid into the passenger seat of the idling SCPD Explorer waiting for him in front of his place.
The vehicle had a side-by-side cup holder setup, one of the slots filled with a Yeti and whatever Lizzy was drinking. The other slot had a large Styrofoam cup in it, and she lifted it and handed it to Keith.
'I believe black coffee filled with so much sugar it turns into a sort of crude pudding, is your poison," she said.
And he took it thankfully, feeling the hotness of it.
“The nectar of the gods,' he smiled. “So, what exactly am I being dragged into?"
But as they backed out of the parking lot and slowly rolled away from his place, Lizzy ignored that
