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An officer asks Detective London to use a piece of cloth to track Kelli Rocha, who ran from arrest for assault.
I’ve skipped over him explaining that the scrap was ripped from Kelli’s shirt as she climbed a chain link fence, them walking to London’s squad car, from which London gets a backpack, takes off her shoes and puts them in the pack.
“On it.” She pulled her shirt, a gray button-up with enough elastic to make the buttons purely decorative, over her head, folding it quickly into the backpack as well.
“You’re doing it now?” Fowler dropped his gaze to the mirror-shine of his black dress shoes, a blush spreading across his cheekbones. But he shifted to present his back to the crowd, and block their view of her.
Statics and their nudity taboos, London thought, though she preferred someone who looked away to someone who stared too long. The difference between being comfortably nude and uncomfortably naked usually lay in how your audience reacted.
She shed her black slacks, bra, and underwear in quick succession, closing and dropping the full backpack on the seat of the car.
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NOTE: I’ll be editing “Lily Wasn’t There,” and posting it on my blog for any of the curious.
Four Feet and a Badge is my NaNoWriMo story.
In 1952, an event moved two and a half million people from one version of the Earth to another, a quarter of them Shifters (able to change their shape). It’s now 2015, and those people have married and had children. The Static (non-Shifters) fit in fine, but the Shifters often have to prove their worth.
Detective Amy London works in Seattle’s Narcotics Section, Shifting to four feet to sniff out drugs and chase down suspects. But she can be a little impulsive–like when she bit her previous partner, earning her a new one, strict, by-the-book Detective Janice Dale.
Dale tries to reign in her partner’s wilder behavior, not always with much success. And a new group of cocaine suppliers is muscling in on the city, and they’re leaving bodies behind. London and Dale will have to work through their differences to bring these dealers down, before the body count rises.