“She was just sitting here crying when I walked up sir. But there is a lot more going on in that women’s head than just concern over her smashed car.”
“Thanks for calling me directly, how much did she tell you?”
“She says she’s been driving drugs into the city for her boyfriend, says the trunk is full of cocaine. She wouldn’t shut up about her husband, said he’s a limp dick loser. She insisted that I call you, that you two were old friends or something. How do you know her sir?”
“I’m her husband.”
Sally, the drugs, and the rookie officer were never seen again.
This story is my entry into Friday Fictioneers.