Lolo couldn’t ask for a better partner than Hoppy. They’d been partners for almost a year. He let her make most of the decisions and was always deferential to her request to go back to the station to hit the restroom.
After working together for a week, she’d told him she hated to use public restrooms and asked if he’d mind returning to the barn for her pit stops.
Hoppy had blushed, “Of course. Whatever you need.”
Today, she and her partner investigated a traffic collision, and she was using the facilities while Hoppy got the accident report approved.
She was washing her hands when the new P-1, entered the locker room.
“Hi, Price. How’s it going?”
“I’m good. Bender and I are having lunch, but I wanted to wash up first.”
“Yeah, Hoppy and I will probably request soon. We got saddled with a T/C.”
She walked over to her locker where she grabbed a brush and some hair gel and returned to the sink.
Josie made a face and joined her. “Oh, I dread having to write a collision report. They seem so complicated.”
Lolo laughed while gelling some errant hairs that had escaped from her tidy bun. “I can do them, but I’m not that great at it. Luckily, Hoppy worked traffic investigations back in the day, so he usually does them.”
Her phone vibrated with a message from her partner: W/C approved the TC report and told me to clear. I’m in the car.
Lolo looked at Price. “I’ve got to go, but I wouldn’t worry too much about doing a traffic report with Bender. He hates them and avoids them like the plague.”
The probationer dried her hands. “If I ever work with Officer Hopkins, I hope he’ll teach me.” She tossed the paper towel into the trash. “See you later.”
“Enjoy your lunch.” Lolo put away her brush. She’d just closed her locker when the radio came to life.
“17A27, 17A27, 459 suspects there now. Porter Ranch Promenade at the Flair department store. Multiple suspects. Handle the call Code 2 high.”