Bad Cops (2009) by Llewellyn a J

Author:Llewellyn, a J [J, Llewellyn, a]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-03-26T18:08:33+00:00

Chapter Four

shut the computer down, went to the gym, Iwent home, showered and stuck my head in the fridge, looking for food. There was a banana, some yogurt and a can of diet soda. The cat was asleep in the laundry basket. I had no idea if the clothes were clean or dirty, but I suspected they were clean, especially when he showed no interest in food.

It was after midnight and I knew Homicide would have pizza so I jumped into my Mustang and headed on over to the station.

Santa Monica Boulevard, the main drag of the gay city of West Hollywood, or WeHo to most, used to have spectacular palm trees lining its sides. Somebody voted the palm trees out and a few years ago, the Boulevard was beautified. We had English-style trees, a bunch of businesses arriving with fanfare and closing within months. And we had whores. Lots and lots of rent boys. You want chicks, you go to Sunset. Boys Town, as WeHo is often called, has some really hot-looking rent boys. Emphasis on the boys. We got a lot of teenage runaways here and sometimes it was hard to tell who was chicken feed and who wasnt.

At this time of night though and the temperatures dipping into the fifties, I didnt see much cruising going on. California was increasingly desert-like with warm days and cold nights spinning into heavy rotation. I parked and locked the car in the almost deserted parking lot.

The station was quiet until I reached the night secretarys desk.

Creedence Clearwater Adams, whose parents were either music fans of the band or musicians with the bandI forget whichwore her name pretty well and usually went by Cree. She was so lovely nobody made fun of her name. She always had great snacks and was very generous with them. Right now, she was banging a box of Black Crows on the desk.

Whatcha doin? I asked.

Stephen King wrote a blog all about how if you bang food before you eat it, you halve the calories.

You believe that?

She eyed me bleakly. Its past midnight and Im a single straight woman alone in a gay city. All I have that I can safely describe as clinging to me are calories. So yeah, I believe it.

Me, too.

I delved into her box and chomped a couple Crows.

Unfortunately he says it doesnt work on cake icing. It works on the cake, but not the icing, she said.

Bummer.

Yeah, thats exactly where cake icing goes, she said. Straight to my bummer.

She gave me a handful of candy and returned to her police blotter. I hit Homicide and found that somebody had forgotten to order pizza. And somebody else had put up a photo of me on the wall and given me a Hitler moustache and eyeglasses. I took the picture down and went back home.

I went straight to my neighbors house and ransacked the kitchen cupboards. I found a bunch of paper cupcake liners in a cupboard next to a bag of iodized salt.

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