Tucker
Friday night in Laurel Springs can sometimes get a little crazy, but nothing can remove the smile from my face. I looked at the letter from Karsyn before I left the house, and it's put a spring in my step.
“Tucker, come in."
The blaring sound of the radio indicates dispatch wants to speak to me. Hitting the button on my shoulder, I speak quietly, hoping she can take context clues. Sabrina is new, just hired in the last few months, but damn someone needs to give her a heads up she doesn't have to scream every time she talks to us.
“10-4, what do you need?"
It screeches again as she all but screams over the line.
“Cruise is requesting a dog to sniff his traffic stop. Can you respond? Ransom and Rambo are on lunch."
She still hasn't learned the ten codes either, but we needed h
