Chapter 277

Archer

It’s a gully washer tonight, as my instructor at the Academy always said when it rained hard. Visibility fucking sucks and I’ve worked more accidents tonight than I have in the previous three months.

It’s as if when it rains, no one can remember how to drive. It’s hard to even see out of my windshield but, as I pass one of the abandoned gas stations on the outskirts of town, I see another cop stopped.

They’re an eyesore and, at the next city planning meeting, there’s going to be a vote on demolishing them. They’re a breeding ground for drug use and criminals. We’ve put up cameras to show what happens at night when there aren’t patrols going back and forth. Since it’s raining and dark, I figure I’ll hit them, just to make sure nothing’s going on that shouldn’t be.