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I assu my hands on the hot roof of the car

"You’re under arrest," he tolda police officer Obstruction of justice"

"Oh, for chrissake"

"You think this is funny?"

"A little bit, yeah"

"You won’t think it’s so funny when you’re locked in a cell"

"Seriously, kid How long have you been on the job?"

"Three weeks, if you must know"

"And they let you out alone?"

"Three weeks since my probation period ended"

Soiven hiuess," I said "You’re bored, right? You thought the job was going to be like Law & Order or CSI, or ht? Yet all you do un at passingyou can find just cause to ht? Only now you have souy in there, probably he’s just a medical--soht yourself an honest-to-God homicide Only real homicides aren’t like TV They’re not neat like TV You weren’t prepared for it You blow chunks That’s eh, but you do it in front of the woman and me and now you’re pissed off Well, welco like a jerk You don’t touch the suspect You don’t violate her rights like that"