Cruise
March
It's been a somewhat quiet night on shift, and I have less than an hour to go. I'm really looking forward to going home and crashing, this is my third twelve-hour night his week.
“We have a report of shots fired from a silver colored Impala, in the vicinity of Callahan and Miller."
The info from dispatch makes my ears perk up, I'm two streets over from Callahan. “Dispatch, do we have plates?"
“The only thing anyone got was a possible W as in water, and a H as in Harry."
Up ahead of me, a silver Impala turns into my line of vision. I accelerate, until I can see their license plate. There in the glow cast by my headlights is a W and an H. “Dispatch, can you run this plate? I believe I have the vehicle in sight."
Giving them the plate number, I know this is the shooter in
