"So, was he big?"
"Are you serious?" Clenching her jaw, Tina James took a
deep breath. At barely five foot tall, she rarely met
someone who wasn't big, in her eyes. When the officer
continued to stare at her expectantly, awaiting a response,
she blew out a frustrated breath.
"He was about six feet tall."
"And his build?"
"We've been through this already," she snapped
irritably. "Didn't I just say he was big? And, if I
remember correctly, I described him to you when I came
in... three hours ago!"
"Yeah, but that's beside the point, and height and build
are two different things," he shot back. "Now, what was his
build?"
Leaning back in the rickety wooden chair with a sigh,
Tina tilted her face to the ceiling, closed her eyes, and
sent up a silent prayer for patience.
"I just want to make sure we have our facts straight.
Now, what's his build?"
Glaring at the officer seated before her tapping his pen
rapidly against the pile of papers, Tina leaned her
forehead into the palm of her hand and grumbled, "He was
about your size. What are you, about two–seventy,
two–eighty?"
"Two–twenty, thank you."
"Right," she mumbled sarcastically. Who'd he think he
was kidding?
She knew her snarky attitude wasn't getting her
anywhere, but she couldn't summon the energy to be sorry
for any hurt feelings she might have caused.
Since walking into the police station over three hours
ago, the cop seated before her had sported a major
attitude. His rude comments and behavior grated on Tina's
already frayed nerves.
I thought the police were supposed to be sensitive to
the victim, she thought to herself. Instead, this one had
been nothing but a giant pain in the ass. The thug who
mugged her seemed more pleasant, polite even, compared to
this guy.
Go figure.
Narrowing his eyes, the officer reached across the desk
and handed her a piece of yellow paper and a business card.
"I think I have enough," he huffed. "Here's your copy of
the report and my card. We'll call you if we hear anything,
but don't expect it. In my experience, your purse and all
of its contents are long gone by now. It's best if you just
move on."
"Just move on?" she mimicked with an exasperated flick
of the wrist.
"Yep, move on," he repeated as he leaned back in his
chair and laced his fingers behind his head.
That's easy for him to say. He wasn't the one who would
have to clean up the mess the thieving creep who snatched
her purse was undoubtedly making at her expense. There was
no sense in arguing. This guy, unlike most cops, was
useless.
Instead of giving him the finger and telling him which
bus to take straight to hell, as she had overwhelming urge
to do, Tina nodded and flipped the card over, only to frown
at the number scribbled across the back.
"Is this your cell phone number?" she asked, cocking a
brow with disbelief. She shouldn't have been surprised
because this guy had dirtbag written all over him, but she
was.
Grinning, the officer leaned back even farther in his
chair and let his eyes roam over her openly. He could have
passed as a handsome man with his dark brown hair and light
green eyes, but his cocky attitude and insensitivity
cancelled out the few good features he possessed. All Tina
saw when she looked at him was a giant asshole with a badge
on his chest and powdered doughnut residue on his tie.
"Look, lady, I work eighteen hours a day." He
shrugged. "I'm lucky if I have time to shower, shave, and
hit the sheets for a couple hours sleep. I don't get a lot
of time to look for a woman. Am I supposed to just let a
hot little bit like you walk out without at least trying?"
Biting her cheek, Tina fought the urge to let the stream
of insults and obscenities rolling around on her tongue
burst past her lips.
She'd sat in the crowded station all night for him to
tell her there was nothing the police could do, and now he
thought he could hit on her? She'd met some doozies in her
time, but this guy took the cake.
Scowling harder, Tina flicked the card back onto the
cluttered desk. If he thought her an easy conquest, he was
in for a huge surprise.
"Well, Officer—" She glanced at his name tag, as
she hadn't cared before now what the jerk's name
was—"Briggs, if you want to find a woman, my advice
to you is this; lay off the doughnuts and stop being such a
prick."
While his face reddened with silent anger, she slipped
her hands into her jacket pockets, lifted her chin, and
made her way through the crowded station. Weaving past
prostitutes, pickpockets and others like herself awaiting
assistance, Tina shook her head.
I hope they don't expect to be helped, she thought,
peering at the victims of unknown crimes lining the bench
outside the main office.
Stepping through the heavy double doors, out of the
hustle and bustle of the station and onto the much quieter
sidewalk, Tina couldn't help but wonder why her amazingly
good day had taken such a turn for the worse. A blast of
cold air slammed against her face and sent a chill rattling
through her tired body. The days were warmer than usual for
this time of year, but the nights still held a bitter
chill.
Wrapping her scarf around her neck, thankful the crook
had at least left her that; Tina closed her eyes and
inhaled the cool night air in an attempt to quell her
rising ire. The police station had held countless people
the entire night, and she'd been more than a little
surprised at the fact considering the late hour.
"Crime never sleeps." she mused aloud.
Taking another deep breath of the fresh night air, she
smiled sadly; thankful for the calming effect it produced
on her anger–fogged mind.
Thinking back on the events of the day, she could only
wonder what kind of voodoo had been cast upon her to cause
the day to end so badly. She couldn't remember doing
anything horrible enough to bring on a bout of bad karma,
but who knew? Life was funny that way.
The entire day had flown by in a whirlwind of nonstop
activity. Her shop remained busy from the moment she opened
and hadn't stopped until closing time. Then, like they say,
all good things must come to an end, and she'd been mugged
at gunpoint while trying to hail a cab right outside her
store.
Tina had lived in the city all of her life and never
once feared for her safety. Despite the fact that she'd
been mugged for the first time tonight, she refused to let
that change. This was her city, and muggings happened
everywhere, every day. She wouldn't let some thief frighten
her.
It could have been a lot worse, she reminded herself. At
least it was only a small–time crook that held her
up. It could have been the psycho murderer the cops were
looking for. That nut job had been killing three women a
month for the last six months. While the thief might not
have the power to frighten her, the memory of a murderer
running loose did.
Suddenly, her bravado fell, and she found herself
overcome with the desire to be home, snuggled deeply into
her king–sized bed, safe and sound, with her alarm
engaged and the trusty security guard at his post in the
lobby.
Looking at the desolate street and sidewalk, she groaned
inwardly as the last two people disappeared into the police
station. Glancing at the payphone situated next to the
street, she groaned inwardly.
It was cold, and she was tired, and she wasn't getting
anywhere just standing around. Reaching into the pockets of
her jeans, she cursed, not surprised to find them void of
everything except lint.
"Shit."
She didn't even have change to call a cab. Flicking a
piece of lint from between her fingers, she fought to
control her temper. Looking closer at the phone sitting
next to the curb, she couldn't bring herself to be too
upset she lacked the coins to use it. The filthy, haggard
object looked as though she would need a round of
penicillin after touching it.
Glaring back at the station, she shook her head. The
least that pea–brained cop could have done was let
her make a phone call inside, but, no. He'd been more
interested in what she was doing after he got off work than
in making sure she made it home safely. He acted as though
he couldn't care less she'd been robbed.
But it came with the territory, she supposed. The minute
people found out she owned an adult novelty store, they
immediately thought of her as some kind of sexual deviant,
running around the city with a big purple dildo in her
purse, willing to grant favors or turn tricks to whoever
asked.
Now here she stood, five miles from home, with no way of
getting there except to hoof it. Everything of importance
had been in that purse. Her BlackBerry, her wallet with all
of her cash and credit cards, her checkbook and driver's
license, the keys to her apartment, even her favorite Gloss
Blossom lip–gloss.
It would be hell canceling the cards and replacing her
other items. She wondered if the people who preyed on
others ever felt remorse for the trouble they caused.
Probably not. An officer of the law had sent her out
into the night with a killer on the loose not ten minutes
earlier.
Glancing down at her feet, she groaned. Why had she
picked today to wear stilettos?
"Because you're an idiot, that's why," she grumbled to
herself.
She wasn't getting anywhere just standing around.
Deciding to get it over with, she started walking. The
sooner she got home, the sooner she could wash the stench
of the night away and welcome a new day.
Anger threaded its way through her once again as she
made her way down the sidewalk. She could only imagine the
damage the mugger was inflicting on her credit cards. They
were probably maxed out by now and he'd moved on to writing
checks for insane amounts, all while his crackhead
girlfriend talked up a storm on her BlackBerry and used all
of her favorite lip gloss.
Tina did her best to help others and to never take
others for granted, which was why it was so hard for her to
believe some people could be so cruel. Fighting back tears,
she continued to trudge forward, her shoes pinching her
feet with every step she took.
Once she got home, she could call the credit card
companies and bank when they opened and try to repair any
damage that jerk had done. She would also have to replace
her cell phone. Half of her life was stored on that little
device.
Raising her face gently toward the star cluttered night
sky; she let the cold air wisp across her face. There was
no reason to feel sorry for herself, and she wouldn't let
this one incident ruin her outlook on life, but she
couldn't shake the melancholy feeling swamping her, at
least not at the moment.
Shaking her head, she wondered sadly, What's the world
coming to when you can't even step out of a sex shop
without getting robbed?