Two Years Ago
Corby leans back against his patrol car, sipping bad coffee from a paper cup.
He surveys the City, alive all around him, the ebb and flow of humanity.
Couriers whizz by on scooters and bikes. Office workers bustle by with phone pressed to their ears. Solicitors and barristers stroll to the courts, files in hand, arguing earnestly as they walk. Tramps and hobos take shelter in doorways against the looming clouds
Tall, short, young, old, male, female. Black, white, brown, yellow. They’re all here.
No redheads.
He glances skywards then turns up his collar against the rain which begins to fall in large fat splats to the sidewalk.
Perhaps he should work towards a promotion? Something that would take him to a desk and warm office?
But then, he would lose the freedom to patr
