“I could’ve been killed because you dropped your fucking phone? Porn video Promise? I’ll be back in a few minutes!” He turns and jumps into his own squad car, hitting the sirens and blasting down the road.*
Stacy watches the squad car peel out, unaware the man from the BMW has started taking an interest in her, looking her up and down now that he’s calmed down slightly. Stations have to do a make-good, where they pay the sponsors X number of dollars to make up for the lack of viewers. A silver-haired man is the only one in the car, and he’s rubbing his neck as he turns his head slowly from side to side. That’s what we’ve got here: there’s no reason why I should have to pay to get my
