Detective Does The Diner

Sometimes I hate being a cop. The guy lawyered up. Chief let her go saying it was his word against hers. "Did you see the way she was dressed, she was looking for it," the guy said when we brought him in. I half wish I had shot him myself. One thing about his story didn't match up with hers, though. He says about half a dozen guys ganged up on him. She saw one woman: snake skin jacket, big red boots, black gloves. Its nothing I can follow up on officially but there's nothing in the regs that says we can't have lunch on my day off.

The carhop took off early so it looks like we're eating inside. Not that eating on a bike would be any fun anyway. She is pretty cute and when she wraps her arms around my waist and presses close I can't help but think  it'd be nice to have her on the back of the bike holding me tight.

Meanwhile

Her heart's racing. Her hug is strong but her lips are soft. Sure its not the Ritz but we've got all damn day and that's good enough for me.

We grab a bite and I do my best not to stare too obviously. She's got to know what effect that dress has on people. That's not to say any of this is her fault just that she could talk her way out of me writing her a ticket any day.

We talk for a bit. She's got the same description as before. Some girl nearly ran her car down the alley, jumped out and smashed the guy with some sort of flying chop sockey kick. I'd think she was crazy myself if her description didn't match the one from before, right down to her not thinking it weird that the clothes are the only thing she can remember. Did this karate woman have blonde hair or black? Was she wearing pants or a skirt? Linda here doesn't know and it doesn't even strike her as odd.

Then again neither does having another woman staring at her cute little. . .pendant. I'm getting distracted again when she mentions the car. That she does remember in detail: big roaring engine that sticks out the front of the hood, bright glossy red and only one back wheel. . .not like a flat tire but designed to just have one down the center. There's some crazy cars in this town but that one shouldn't be too hard to spot.

Meanwhile

I toss my jacket on the floor. That cute little uniform won't be far behind. Its enough to blow my camouflage but when she sees the tongue she shivers in anticipation, not fear.

Its only after I've gotten all my notes on her mystery savior that I notice I'm not the only one sneaking a glance here and there. Granted, I expect it from the guy at the counter but from a pretty blonde its a rare and happy surprise.

Now if only we could find somewhere a little more private to continue our talk, somewhere they won't ask uncomfortable questions.

Meanwhile

Now this is a proper lunch. Talk about service with a smile. With a friendly staff like this I might have to eat here more often.