Chasing the Unreachable Cop

he shielded his face. Fair – his cosme

hink you're tough, huh? You freeload here all the time, and

at is!" Danny scrambled toward his bag, tore it ope

enough under the chaotic club lighting. But under closer scrutiny, the fake markings became i

ena gave it to me!" he stammere

the arm, and dragged me toward the mob. "It's all her! She's t

look. "Oh? Trying to m

he money was for Danny! I swear! I was j

nto Danny, but instead, I'd manag

Fine. Let's make it a two-for-

d, crouching down wit

n my face, stopping mere

from the crowd – fam

et out of

side, sprang to my feet, and turned just i

of two thugs, sending them crashing t

the room like a blade. For good measure, he struck

how aweso

form – strode across the broken beer bottles and s

he manager, still scanning for the source of the voice, froz

rm, gesturing to the side

over, face plastered w

t an honor! To what do

ally cracked his knuckles. "Just thou

hed. "But I swear, we're running a clean

r, the sound of shatteri

sing a bruised face, barked, "

d, casually tilted his c

tead of backing down, he straightened up, fists clench

me, bottle raised an

really screwed

.

c? Not eve

ground as Danny stomped toward

next to me, casually cracking his knuc

r only me to hear. "So, this is the guy? T

ng my hands on my hips, I declared, "Yes! That's

ent might technically be above board. but this guy is about two secon

d dramatically. "A

moment to hurl his bott

rt of my nose, caught mid

ly moisturized hand and Vince's veiny,

th rage as he swung a f

ub manager hollered, making sure ever

immediately. "Yeah, yeah!

ou're really... not up to par, are you?" he

. His Botox-enhanced face contorted, and he expl

ere thrown. His footwork was more

of it, simply letting Danny flail arou

in a panting heap on the

finger on him," Vince announced inn

ight sprain his neck. "Absolutely, office

e a soda, which Vince passed

r ex is just pathetic. Do yourself

t been young

aiting for next time?

contacts already!"

a sign of your excellent taste, but..." He poked my forehead. "Y

I still hadn't managed t

fair? Was it

d argue, my p

," Juliana said, leaning

essaged me?" I asked,

n sharply, immediately stepping bet

cknowledge him, flash

camellia I painted myself. Pretty, isn't it? You

arted to unlock my phone, only for

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