If there had been a choice she wouldn’t have called 9-1-1.
As it was she already had a nodding acquaintance with the local cops, thanks to shenanigans by Alison and Kim, drunk and underage and loud, all on their first night in Red Vine. She knew the cops would take care of it, the horrible racket that was keeping her from sleeping. She could hear it over the rattle of the air conditioner. She would have moved to other end of the motel but this room was hers, the only one with air conditioning. She’d smelled the other rooms. Damp was the best you could say.
She pulled on her beanie. Officer Lars had come alone, without Officer Ole. Before it took both of them to drag the girls out of their squad car. Who knew what the officers’ names really were; they just looked a Lars and an Ole
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