The noise of his pager, though not as loud as his alarm, always managed to make Tom fly out of bed with a lot more motivation no matter how deep he was sleeping.
He tucked in his jacket pocket for it but twitched to see Angela come out of the bathroom wearing only a large shirt, she didn't see him look because she was also darting for the pager in her handbag.
"We didn't...?" He asked finding his pager but still looked at her legs as she bent and rose digging in her purse, that split second gave him a glimpse of the firm smooth bumps of her hindquarters and he had to avert his eyes 'dammit she's a babe'
That thought of course blew out of his mind when he saw the page.
'Murder, docks'
He was out the blankets at the drop of a dime, she yanked her closet open and dug for clothes.
"One Hell of a way to start the morning" he grunted grabbing his pants.
"I'd prefer it calmly with a cup of coffee... Don't turn a round!" She said sternly but Tom was already mid glance and spotted her chucking that shirt off so quick it struck the ceiling.
He decided to keep the full view he got of her naked back secret and looked forward buttoning his shirt, on the bedside table was a small tin box, it seemed to have held a watch but inside Tom saw strange plates, screws and hinges that seemed familiar.
"I'm done" she said behind him and paced to the kitchen "I hope that Victoria is faster than it looks!"
"Were not chasing suspects Angela were off to a murder scene" he said close behind her as she almost ran the door out of the wall.
Tom hopped in, started then took out his blue light and popped its magnetic foot onto the roof.
Angela had to explode with laughter "The old pop up light!? You have got to be kidding me Snyders!?"
"What's wrong with the pop blue light!?" He said pressing a button.
The siren started wailing as he reversed out the yard, Tom hooked first and rammed the accelerator but the car heaved, bucked, backfired and stalled, Angela laughed louder sinking in behind her hand.
"Stupid piece of crap!" He yelled starting the car again, the siren dipped dying halfway when all the power got drawn to the starter and only when the car came to life did its wail pitch back to its usual tone.
Angela was leaning her head back laughing "You should..." She wanted to say but had to cling to the roof handle when Tom cornered, the old suspension of the car made it lean badly into the corner and Angela laughed hysterically.
"Angela!?" Tom scolded her.
"I'm..." She held her mouth but the snickers still slipped "I'm sorry this car is a joke!"
"It gets the job done!"
"Come on Snyders!? Maybe the butcher is taunting you because he likes seeing you roll around in this turd brown clown car"
Despite his frustration Tom had to slip a laugh "Hey don't mock her! She's faithful and reliable"
"You know the American police board signed a contract with Dodge right? You can go get an RT Tom, its not as fast as the SRT and you can even ask them to paint it brown for you?"
He glanced at her but pressed the horn to make his siren change pitch and speed as he crossed a red light, then pressed the horn again to make it wail again.
"Nah, I like this car, I chose it because its low profile, I don't want people to know I'm law enforcement"
Angela sighed when the laughter finally worked out of her "Okay then, at least I get a good kick out of seeing you drive this" she said and they looked at each other.
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Red moon notice
Mystery / Thriller"Mia!? Alice!?" He yelled getting up, he didn't even bring a torch, didn't even plan to stay out so late, squinting into the dark the only thing that guided him was another shriek scream which made him run, he has never heard Mia scream that loudly...
