said Alex. Manny watched as Alex held his face out of the window, reminiscent of his big, black Lab, Sampson, on a summer day. Funny. He hadn’t thought that much about it, but living in this climate could most certainly taint the place he called home. Lansing was a good area to live, but warm wasn’t on its resume. “Good point. But there’s the whole hurricane season.” “Yep. There is, but life’s full of tradeoffs. Freeze ass nine months or stay warm and meet an oversized rainstorm once in a while,” Just then, a police cruiser, lights flashing, honked. As Manny pulled over, the cruiser zoomed past as fast as a vehicle could zoom on the winding road. He frowned. What the hell was that? Before he could speak, two more came around the bend, sirens blaring, blasting by on his left. “Shit,” whispered Manny. “Shit what? Oh, man.” The sweet sound of Celtic Woman’s rendition of one of his favorite Irish ballads told him his phone was open for business. He pulled it out of his pocket and saw that Detective Crouse was calling.
