Chapter 2Fred clenched his fists as they got into the patrol car and drove out of Nortown. The man had been speeding, and if Raymond hadn’t been more invested in his coffee than doing his job, they could’ve caught him.
Nortown would’ve been a safer place, and to Fred that meant a lot. Nortown, in his opinion, was already one of the safest places in the world. There was hardly any crime, everyone knew each other, the community was strong, and you could wave a rainbow flag without anyone attacking you, or even so much as glare.
Not that he’d ever wave a rainbow flag.
He rolled his shoulders. It would take them about forty-five minutes to get to Northfield and then they’d double back to Whiteport in time to end their shift or maybe they’d run a little late if they stopped to talk to someon
