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After almost ten years as a Denver cop, Sam was sick of seeing what humanity was really capable of. He had grown up reading cop stories, always seeing how the cops would save the day, watching them rescue the innocent and punish the guilty every week on TV, until he finally knew that he had to be one himself. After a short stint in the Army that never even got him out of the country, he'd come home and applied for the academy. He'd been accepted, and that was the start of an illustrious career.
“Thanks. I'm trying to teach her to be thankful for what we do have, instead of upset over what we don't.” She suddenly found her plate to be interesting, and stared at it. “Um, I was thinking, since you're gonna be out today for a while, would you mind if I did some of our laundry in your washer and dryer? And could I use some cleaning supplies to clean up the upstairs? It's kinda messy and dirty up there.”
Sam laughed. “I'll tell you a little secret about me. No one, no matter how they complain that someone made them do something, or that they got trapped into doing something, no one ever does anything they don’t want to do. The difference between me and most people is that I know I don’t do anything I don’t want to do! This guy bought his own ticket to hell, Indie, I didn’t buy it for him. It's his ride, and his fault he's got to take it.”
Sam got a cab and went to get his Corvette from where he'd abandoned it the night before, only to find that it was gone.
