Phil Penne Creations

#17 - The Cop

 

 

      ...“Um, I’m not so sure. There’s no more open space - it’s all you can do just to see the mountains or the ocean through all the buildings. Damn, you can’t even see the stars any more, what with all the city lights.” 

        “Yeah, sucks doesn’t it? Oh well. You ready to roll?” 

        The night becomes colder as your shift wears on. A few more hours and a rare Los Angeles snow begins to fall. Miller stares out the window in amazement. “Jesus, when was the last time it snowed this much in L.A.?” 

        “Not sure – sometime in the Sixties I thought,” you reply. I don’t remember it ever…” 

        An incoming 921 on the radio interrupts. “Aw man”, Miller complains. “Coldest night of the whole freakin’ year. What the hell are people doing out prowling? Why don’t they stay home where it’s warm?” 

        A search of the address given by dispatch turns up nothing. Making your way back to the car, Miller shines his flashlight at a set of paw prints in the light dusting of snow on the sidewalk. “Must have been what the caller heard – big dog knocking over garbage cans.” 

        You kneel down to inspect the prints more closely. “Not a dog”, you mumble. 

        “What’s that?” 

        “The prints. They’re not from a dog. They’re wolf prints... 

 

 

 

 

 

As a cop, you've seen death, despair, poverty, greed, and hopelessness.

 

You're about to have a change of scenery...