“Outside of Cockeye’s. Where are you?” This better be good or else you’ve got shitty timing. How the hell am I supposed to do obs if I’m flapping my gums on the radio to you? Jesus Christ.
“At the station,” Ron replied with a sigh. “Amanda wants a unit to drop a picture of Cockeye off to you. I suggested that that was a terrible idea, but she’s pretty adamant. Can you drop by the station?”
“Remind Amanda that I know what he looks like. Fucker has been an accused and a victim for me in court many times. She knows that.”
“Remember, this is a monitored radio,” Ron warned. “Watch the language, Detective.”
“Then stop f*****g annoying me. I’m trying to do covert obs here. Are you near a phone?”
“Yes. I can be at my desk in two minutes.”
“Then I’ll call you. In the meantime, tell D/S Black
