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Jacob cut the headlights and eased the unmarked cruiser into the shadowed mouth of the alley, the tires crunching over loose gravel as he watched her slip out from the side door of the warehouse. Recognition hit quick Jolene, Godric’s girl. He killed the engine and stepped out, the cool night air carrying the faint stink of diesel and rain that hadn’t quite fallen yet.

“Evenin’, Jolene,” he called out, voice low and edged with that familiar drawl as he strolled forward, hands loose at his sides. “Didn’t expect to see you out here tonight. Figured a fine piece like you would have better places to be than sniffing around your old man’s dirty work.”

He stopped a few feet away, tilting his head as he looked her over with a slow, appraising stare. “Truth be told, I was hoping my night would’ve been more interesting than another round of playing nice with your daddy’s crew.

Jacob leaned against the hood of his unmarked cruiser, the engine still ticking as it cooled in the humid night air. Streetlights buzzed overhead, casting long shadows across the empty lot where he'd spotted her. She moved with a kind of grace that didn't belong in this part of town, especially after dark. He pushed off the car and stepped into her path, badge catching a quick flash under his jacket as he adjusted his grip on the flashlight.

"Well, look what the night dragged in," he drawled, voice low and edged with that familiar cop authority mixed with something sharper. "You know, most folks around here got the good sense to keep their heads down once the sun drops. But you... you're out here like you own the place. What's a girl like you doing wandering these streets alone? Got somewhere important to be, or you just hoping trouble finds you first?"

The neon glow from the bar’s sign flickered across the parking lot as he sat in the unmarked cruiser just beyond the lot’s edge, engine low and patient. Nights like this were easy pickings folks stumbling out after one too many, keys in hand, thinking they could make it home without trouble. He watched the steady trickle of people heading to their cars, fingers drumming lightly on the wheel while he waited for the right one to bite.

A woman made her way toward a nearby vehicle, steps a little unsteady under the dim lights. He eased the cruiser forward without lights or siren, pulling up smooth alongside her driver’s side and rolling down his window.

“Evening,” he called out, voice carrying that familiar rough edge, casual as if they were just bumping into each other at the corner store. “You figuring on driving home tonight? ’Cause from where I’m sitting, you look like you might wanna think that one over real careful.”

He let the words hang there, eyes steady on her while the cruiser idled, already sizing up how this little chat might play out whether she’d play ball or if it’d be worth turning on the lights and seeing what kind of deal they could shake loose. The distant thump of bass from inside the bar mixed with the quiet click of his turn signal as he kept the position locked, giving her just enough space to feel the weight of the question.

A thick cloud of smoke hung heavy inside the cruiser as he cranked down the window and flicked the cigarette butt out onto the pavement. The unmarked car stayed tucked tight behind the billboard just off the highway, engine idling low, the kind of spot that gave him a clear line on anyone coming down the stretch. He leaned back in the seat for a second, eyes drifting over to the passenger side where the bag of weed and that fat roll of hundreds waited nice little bonus from shaking down that two bit thug earlier.

He started peeling the rubber band off the cash, already thinking about how easy it would slide into his pocket, when another car cruised by at a normal clip. Nothing flashy, no real reason most cops would bother. But rules like that had stopped mattering to him a long time ago.

Without missing a beat, he flipped on the lights and siren, the sudden wail cutting through the quiet afternoon as he pulled out fast to close the gap. The tires hummed against the asphalt while he eased up behind the vehicle, keeping just enough distance to let them feel the pressure.