Saturday, January 24, 2015

A doughnut ... a cop ... and a crime spree.


“Hey there.”

“Hi.”

“You’re out late, son.”

“I … felt like a doughnut, I guess.”

“Yeah? Which kind? You feelin’ plain, dipped, or sprinkled?” The white-haired beat cop had a friendly gleam in his eye.

Jake smiled. “The kind they have here, I guess.”

“Well, you’ve come to the right place for those. Your parents know you’re here?”

“I don’t think they have a problem with it.”

“No? Even so, I think it would be a good idea for you to head right home after you have your doughnut; like I said, it's awful late. I’ll even treat. Fair enough?”

“I guess so,” Jake said.

“What’ll it be?” asked the woman behind the counter.

“Give him a plain, and dipped, and a sprinkled,” the cop said. “He’s still sorting out his feelings.”

Jake grinned.

“And a refill on the coffee, please.”

“Absolutely,” she said, as she went about her work.

“You know,” the cop said to Jake, “these streets aren’t as safe as they used to be. Crime’s been kicking up the last few weeks.”

“Really?”

“Don’t you read the papers, kid?”

“Not usually.”

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. They’re keeping most of it out of the papers anyway.”

“They are? Why would they be doing that?”

“So as not to upset the public.” The cop’s voice grew hushed as he spoke. “The higher-ups don’t want a panic on their hands.”

“A panic?”

The cop’s look told Jake he’d spoken too loud.

“I mean, a panic?” he repeated, more discreetly. “Why would there be a panic?”

“Because, the things that are going on—the theft, the destruction—they’re really over the top. And so far, we don’t have a single suspect.”

“Wow. Not a single suspect … hey, what do you mean by over the top?”

“I’m not really at liberty to get into the specifics, kid.” The cop took a sip of his coffee. “Just trust me, you’d be better off at home.”

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