One of those long, hard days when Bill really felt the weight of the badge pinned to his breast.
Wheelsy might only be a small town, but small town troubles, and small town politics can wear on a guy, and right now, Bill just wanted to get home, have a couple of beers, and pass out.
He was running practically on autopilot as he navigated the quiet streets of his town, and nearly missed spotting the slumped figure against a tree as he rounded a small bend.
Hitting the breaks, Bill blinked, then pulled over.
The lights of his cruiser illuminated the stranger, and Bill stepped out of the car and approached.
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One of those long, hard days when Bill really felt the weight of the badge pinned to his breast.
Wheelsy might only be a small town, but small town troubles, and small town politics can wear on a guy, and right now, Bill just wanted to get home, have a couple of beers, and pass out.
He was running practically on autopilot as he navigated the quiet streets of his town, and nearly missed spotting the slumped figure against a tree as he rounded a small bend.
Hitting the breaks, Bill blinked, then pulled over.
The lights of his cruiser illuminated the stranger, and Bill stepped out of the car and approached.
"Hello? Hey, y'alright?"