Good Cop

Chapter 2

Spencer is still rambling on about police chases and justice when we arrive in our designated part of downtown. I look at the world outside, glad there is no need to go out and face the freezing fall air. I bring my coffee cup to my lips. The coffee has lost it's warmth, but its bitter bite is good all the same.

Spencer fidgets in his seat. "So, are we going to get out yet?"

I shake my head. "Theres no point."

He sinks down against the car's brown leather and huffs. He fidgets a bit more before turning on the radio. An obnoxious country hit blares through the speakers, intoxicating my once clear, silent air with southern twang. I quickly shut the thing off, only for him to turn it back on. We go on like that for a while, taking turns pressing the button until I place my hand over it, and slap Spencer's fingers away.

"No," I growl.

He gives me an evil grin and pulls out his phone and pair of earbuds. I watch as he sticks the earbuds in and opens Spotify. That little brat! All he wanted was to pick a fight. I scowl and open the passenger window, letting chilling wind blast him in the face. He splutters and rolls it back up, shooting me a glare as he tried to fix his windblown red hair. I can't help but chuckle as he desperately tries to put every little strand back in place

"You're a mess," I snicker.

Before can even process whats happening, coffee is being splashed all over my formerly clean uniform.

"Now who's a mess," Spencer taunts.

I look down at my soiled uniform in shock. Coffee seeps through the fabric and onto my skin, giving me a cold, sticky sensation. Fury builds up inside my chest as the kid stares at me in triumph.

"What the hell," I shout. "I was going to drink that, bastard!"

I'm about to shove Spencer when we hear a car siren go off. I look out the window to see a man dressed in all black grabbing something from the window of a car before sprinting away.

"Shit," I mumble, "you stay here."

I quickly unbuckle and jump out of the car, leaving Spencer's indignant protests behind me.

"Stop right there," I yell, "hands behind your head!"

The man looks over his shoulder but doesn't stop. I chase the man all the way into an alley, and we reach a dead end. The man realizes this and tries to run past me, but I tackle him to the ground and handcuff him after taking the stolen goods from his hands. I drag the man to his feet and lead him towards the police car. The police car comes into view, and along with it a very excited Spencer.

"Oh my gosh," he squeals. "You actually caught someone! Thats awesome!"

I roll my eyes. "Uh huh."

I shove the rapscallion into the back of the vehicle. I want to get him to the station as quickly as possible, but I need to stay here to return the stolen item to it's owner and inform them of what happened. Of course, Spencer could probably drive while I stayed here, but I don't think I trust him to do that. So for now, we'll just wait. Spencer watches starry-eyed as I lock the car and leave the man inside.

"I'm sorry I spilled coffee all over you," he blurts out.

"Its okay," I mumble

We wait for the owner of the car and stolen items to come back and then head back to the station with the thief. Of course, Spencer fills his dad in with his usual chatter, but this time I didn't mind. He made me catching the thief seem like a way bigger deal than it actually was, describing the thief as the "quickest man he had ever seen," and me as "heroic."

I decided not to disagree.

Of course, the chief was impressed with Spencer's vivid retelling of events, and I'm hoping that he might let me on some more exciting jobs. The work day is over now, and Im finally able to get into the shower and scrub the coffee off my chest. I sigh in satisfaction as warm water courses over my skin. Maybe working with Spencer wouldn't be that bad.