Some chocolate-covered Rock-look-alike cop stands by Luke’s Leaf. He wears too much cologne, a pair of sunglasses, and a mandatory handgun on his right hip. His pearly whites shine as he tells Luke, “You’re parked in a no parking zone. You’re too close to the fire hydrant. This is going to be a hefty fine.”
“s**t,” Luke whispers to Perrin at his left side. “This is bad. I don’t need a ticket. Who does?”
Surprisingly, Perrin tells Luke, “I’ve got this. Keep quiet and let me handle it.” He steps up to the high rise-tall cop and says his name, “Murdock.” He gives the cop a man-hug, bumping their chests together. “How the hell are you?”
The black cop kisses his cheek. “Where the hell have you been? You helped me out of the closet. You set me up with Vinnie. Then you vanish from sight. I hav
