"Guys?"
Cam reached out and grabbed Paul, "That's our cue."
"Ha-Ha"
"I had to say it at least once." The partners came back.
"There's been another robbery." The Sargent handed the piece of paper to Cam. "Go check it out."
Paul plugged the address into the nav system and the rest of the drive was spent in relative silence.
The officers walked into the smaller outer office and Cam noted the crime scene crew doing their job which made it crowded in the store. "Hello Police?"
A small petite blond woman came out from a back room followed by a tall, leggy, black haired woman. The blond looked like she had been crying and the tall one was pissed.
"Are you all right Madam?" Paul asked the blond.
She nodded.
"I'm Officer Paul Cues. Were you here when the break in occurred?"
"No, I, no, the door was like that," she pointed to the entrance door. "When I got here."
"Paul, why don't you get this woman's info and I'll get the other lady's statement."
Paul caught the look his partner gave him. He's never had a problem with any witnesses. He had to admit to himself, he found the woman cute. He had to mentally kick himself in the ass. He smiled at her, yeah, right. "Your name is?"
She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and went back to wringing her hands in front of her. "Joanna Farmsworth. It's spelled the way it sounds."
She seemed nervous, maybe a little too nervous to be a victim. Paul opened his metal clipboard/portable desk and took out a report form. "I'll need you to fill out this form." He watched her sit down at her desk and went and sat down at the chair in front of it. "What is it you guys do here?"
"Everything, from encrypting files to teaching the elderly how to operate a computer."
"Was the door shattered when you got here?" Paul watched her write. He knew different ways to trip a person up.
"Why didn't you call 911?"
"I did. Right before I went in. Here," She handed him the completed statement form.
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Cam reached out and grabbed Paul, "That's our cue."
"Ha-Ha"
"I had to say it at least once." The partners came back.
"There's been another robbery." The Sargent handed the piece of paper to Cam. "Go check it out."
Paul plugged the address into the nav system and the rest of the drive was spent in relative silence.
The officers walked into the smaller outer office and Cam noted the crime scene crew doing their job which made it crowded in the store. "Hello Police?"
A small petite blond woman came out from a back room followed by a tall, leggy, black haired woman. The blond looked like she had been crying and the tall one was pissed.
"Are you all right Madam?" Paul asked the blond.
She nodded.
"I'm Officer Paul Cues. Were you here when the break in occurred?"
"No, I, no, the door was like that," she pointed to the entrance door. "When I got here."
"Paul, why don't you get this woman's info and I'll get the other lady's statement."
Paul caught the look his partner gave him. He's never had a problem with any witnesses. He had to admit to himself, he found the woman cute. He had to mentally kick himself in the ass. He smiled at her, yeah, right. "Your name is?"
She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and went back to wringing her hands in front of her. "Joanna Farmsworth. It's spelled the way it sounds."
She seemed nervous, maybe a little too nervous to be a victim. Paul opened his metal clipboard/portable desk and took out a report form. "I'll need you to fill out this form." He watched her sit down at her desk and went and sat down at the chair in front of it. "What is it you guys do here?"
"Everything, from encrypting files to teaching the elderly how to operate a computer."
"Was the door shattered when you got here?" Paul watched her write. He knew different ways to trip a person up.
"Why didn't you call 911?"
"I did. Right before I went in. Here," She handed him the completed statement form.
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