Pressure
It is the hottest night of the year. Rumor is that violence goes up when the temperature spikes. As a cop, I’d say that it is more than a rumor. Sweat rolls down the back of my tiny neck. Stickiness clings to my fingertips as I check the safety on my gun. I can’t believe I’m forgetting everything tonight. Glen sits beside me tapping on the steering wheel anxious. ‘You ok?’ I ask him and he just nods yes. The strip is a whirl of energy. I catch a couple college kids out the corner of my eye....