Keith threw a gun and badge on beneath a dark windbreaker, grabbed his department radio from a charging slot in his little home-office and slid into the passenger seat of the idling SCPD Explorer waiting for him in front of his place.

The vehicle had a side-by-side cup holder setup, one of the slots filled with a Yeti and whatever Lizzy was drinking. The other slot had a large Styrofoam cup in it, and she lifted it and handed it to Keith.

‘I believe black ...