Constable Lucas instructed me. I was sitting in his police vehicle, it felt nice to be in the front seat for a change. The doors opened from the inside and everything – unlike the back seats. I could see the counter of Siegfried’s Pawn Shop through the grilled windows. The same guy as this morning was manning the place, the one who had told me to come back with a ticket. His moustache was still twitching. I watched as Constable Heron approached the counter, he didn’t bother waiting in line. His blue uniform gave him a free pass to the front. I liked the way he moved with such confidence, he was so sure of himself but not in an arrogant type of way. He knew he was good at his job, but he wasn’t trying to show off and convince others of it. It was kind of sexy. The police officer started talking with the man, his hands gesturing as he spoke. The guy listened with a look on his face that bespoke his unwillingness to help. I didn’t know the legality of what Constable Heron was doing, but I didn’t much care.
