"—Its handbrake still works—"
Routine, it was something Tom lived by and now falling into his chair at exactly seven o clock, Adele was kind enough to drop him here at this hour.
Early morning he was up at the beep of his watch, shaved his head and beard, took a long damn shower and surprisingly found the set of fresh clothes on a table next to the door.
He tucked at the collar of the black polo shirt then brushed the jeans, brand spanking new, almost a perfect fit accept for his shirt being a size smaller, he saw by the way Adele smirked at him that it was in fact her taste...
He stood up and took one of the two cups of coffee and added its kick, the other of course for his partner, he sipped at it looking at the ugly brown sedan stand outside in the parking lot, shot up and dead, the mechanic said many bullets hit a mark.
Fan belt pulley, battery, valves and even the fuel pump was knocked out, it was almost like they aimed for them, Tom felt he wasn't going to miss that car, and speaking of car he saw the one that belonged to his partner draw up next to it.
She climbed out and he had to laugh seeing her walk rounds around that Victoria baffled clearly, then she stormed into the department.
Tom didn't stir, he saw her pass but didn't see him standing at the window, so she marched to Warren, he almost counted it down when she burst out again and came back, and only then did she see him but she was clearly furious.
"What the bloody Hell happened last night!?" She squalled slamming the door shut behind her.
"I got shot at" he said and shrugged.
"Oh I get it! You had a lead you didn't tell me about! What's wrong then? Can't trust me enough for it!?"
"It was something that just passed by and I took it!"
"Bullsh–" she scoffed "And what made it worse is I believed your therapy excuse! I actually damnwell felt sorry for you!"
"Angela relax! They had Moe in the car! They passed me and I followed! One thing lead to another, rest in pieces old Vicky! And good flipping riddens!"
She folded her arms "Why should I believe you? And who the Hell is Moe!?"
"Moe was one of my most trusted informants, and he's dead now" he said thinking now what if they killed Moe because of that reason?
Her anger faded "What?"
"Yes, they shoved the poor old man in a car and crushed it with him in it!"
She finally calmed "Oh, sorry then"
"Its fine, I'm actually glad you didn't come, you not having a gun and all"
She smirked, reached into her handbag and drew out a large six shot revolver, it made him frown.
"West Virginia baby, we use these not your toy pistols" she said proudly in her accent.
"That's a cannon! Can you even shoot it?"
"I can! I was lying about not having a gun Thomas! I might be arrogant sometimes but I'm not stupid" she said placing it back in her bag.
"Well then..." He said moving over and pouring some whiskey in her coffee "I went to Monroe's house last night"
She paused before she took a sip "You did?"
"She offered me a ride home"
Scoffing again she took a deep sip of her coffee.
"What!?"
"You could a called me! Now I felt like an idiot! Your partner and I was the last one who found out about your shootout!"
"Would you relax! I got some more leads! And besides, I don't have your number yet"
She reached into her handbag and pulled out a notebook of her own, wrote the number down and handed it over after taring the page out with an attitude, he snickered taking it.
"You know I could just have saved it on my smart phone Angela? This is the twentieth century"
"Save it! Just pocket the damn piece of paper! Now give me your number" she said holding her pen ready.
"You don't have a phone do you?" He said figuring it out.
She blushed shying away "I... I dropped it in the toilet last night after I had one too many drinks"
He broke with laughter.
"Just gimme your number! I'll go get a new phone later on!" She hissed.
Tom gave her the number but he was still chuckling as he sat down, a new thing this morning was how she dressed, tank top in jeans, she was still standing as he scanned her from head to toe.
"What?" She asked looking at her feet.
"Where's the pretty dresses?"
"Oh? Did you like my pretty dresses?"
He shrugged.
"I wore it to look formal at least since it was my first day here in Oklahoma, I didn't know all detectives departments basically dress the same..." She said and stretched her neck to see his jeans.
"I know, not my usual set up" he said.
"Well I'm glad you at least don't look like a NASCAR enthusiast anymore"
"I'll take that as a compliment..." He said pushing his note book to her.
She sat down and read it, it was quick notes but she had to smile "No fluffs again?"
"I managed to keep myself composed, especially after glass number five" he said lifting his cup.
"Wait! Don't tell me you screwed her!?" She asked with wide eyes.
"No! It didn't go that way!"
"Why the harsh defence?" She asked squinting, it made him remember she's also good ad spotting reactions for answers.
"She asked if we could, but I denied"
She laughed at him now.
"What's the matter!? I'm not just jumping at any girl that spreads her legs you know?"
She shrugged taking a sip "Your loss"
"Seriously?" He asked dragging his notebook away from her and elaborating his finds.
"Monroe's assistant Kyle went missing, I think first on our agenda for today is the missing docket box, then after that I want to go see Dale Faust"
She groaned sitting back "Another rich bloke we have to go see?"
"You can stay in the car again if you want to?"
"If he has a towering skyscraper I will" she said blankly back.
"Very well, let's go get the docket for Kyle then head out, I'll check it as we drive" he said standing up.
With the needed papers found Angela led him to her car, she was all smiles when Warren shouted at Tom in the pass-by of his office that he should drive shotgun with her.
As they came to her black sedan he felt a knot in his gut.
"An SRT Charger? You had to take one!?" Tom asked standing in front of it now he could make it out, unlike the time up in his office, these were probably the fastest ones before you got the 5-0's
"What's wrong? Don't you like powerful cars Thomas?"
"Can you even handle it's power?"
"Oh my gosh again with the criticism! First my gun now my car!?"
He twitched his eyebrow still waiting for an answer, but she nailed him with sarcasm.
"Everything inside still runs brilliantly, and guess what!? Its handbrake actually works!" She bit and climbed in.
Tom had to laugh as he got in next to her.
Author's note
A special banner with our two most talked of cars in the story...
You're welcome.
Stay tuned for some action in the next chapter, I wonder if Angela can really drive that thing?