As I looked down at the young policewoman, her face was a picture of suppressed fury. She was kneeling on the asphalt, her fingers stained purple as she gathered the scattered grapes back into the crate, muttering a string of silent curses under her breath. The sight was so absurdly satisfying that I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing out loud. I had successfully turned a potentially life-ending d**g bust into a petty dispute about cup sizes and unrequited love in front of a dozen grinning onlookers.
"You got lucky today," she hissed, slamming the last of the fruit into the box and shoving it toward me with enough force to make me stumble. "But don't think for a second that I'm finished with you. I’m going to be watching you, Sean Barnes. Every move you make, I'll be
