A Cop Named Harry
I am just taking my first bite of my second donut when the call comes in: “Unit 4B-16, can you respond?” I take another bite and wipe my lips with the paper napkin. Hell, I’m on break fer chrissakes! Ten seconds later, and a decidedly sharper tone; “Unit 4B-16, WILL you respond?” This time there was an imperative new hardness to the dispatcher’s voice. I better answer since this new dispatcher is the chief’s latest flavor of the month and I don’t know what kinda clout she pulls yet. The last one ended up sleeping with the entire squad before the chief got onto her. I figure I'd I better not take any chances with this one until I see the lay of the land if you’ll pardon my pun. This new one, Viola, obviously keeps the chief’s libido dampened sufficiently. She’s twenty-five years younger than the chief if that makes any difference and he's always been a randy bastard. Viola is quick to trot out for donuts whenever he asks and jumps when he summons for anything withou