Dzinski followed the sergeant downstairs to the holding cells. When the door swung open, he stepped inside.
“Well kid,” he said to the shadowy shape in the far corner. “You’re free to go. Come on, I’ll give you a ride home.”
The young woman shivered in the passenger seat as Dzinski fought to get the car to turn over. When it did, he sighed and eased out the parking lot, climbing over the curb of snow left by the street plow. She stared at the frost on the window.
“Thanks Frank,” she said. “This is the last time. I promise.”
Prompt courtesy of the Daily Post.
31 /31 for December.