...Lala turned around and saw a cop in his cruiser. Her heart sank. She’d had her fair share of run ins with cops. Some of them ran her off thinking her a prostitute or a bad element that had moved in. The cop put his vehicle in park and left it idling. He clicked out of his seatbelt and got out of his car.
“Yeah, is that a bad thing?”
The cop chuckled.
“I can tell by your tags that you’re not from around here…” he said walking all around the van. “So what are you doing here?”
“I just got a job here. I worked the lunch shift.”
“So you think you’ll be sticking around, then Miss--?”
“Parrish.”
He was fortyish with chiseled features. He stuck his thumbs in his waistband. After looking at the van he took a long look at Lala.
“Well, Ms. Parrish, I like the van. It looks like a labor of love.”
“You paint officer?”
“Officer Davis…When are you working here again?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Welcome to town, Ms. Parrish. See you tomorrow.” He sauntered off to his car, got in and drove away. Lala raised a brow wondering if she’d just become a target. And if so, of what?