Chapter 6Ross called headquarters after a couple of hours. He wasn’t nagging. At least he didn’t mean to nag. He was just bored. He’d thought police work would be danger and excitement, car chases and donuts. He’d had plenty of danger and excitement of course. A routine traffic stop could turn into a s**t show at the drop of a hat, and oftentimes it did.
There was plenty of boredom, too. Ross spent plenty of time sitting around and waiting for someone to drive by doing something stupid, just so he could turn the sirens on. He spent hours on paperwork. And, of course, he was sitting here in the front room of a house he’d broken into, waiting for rescue like some helpless royal.
Good God, this was boring. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this bored.
At least before, he could sit
