Feeling the effects of the five beers and two Jameson’s, Jackie decided to walk the mile and a half home in the chilly winter evening. Not five minutes into his trek did it start to snow. “Perfect,” he grumbled to himself.
Three minutes later, Jackie saw the flashing of red and blue lights as a Southampton Town Police cruiser pulled up along side him. Stopping in his tracks, his hands stuffed in his pockets trying to keep warm, he turned to face the police car, awash in the colorful flashing lights. “Perfect,” he thought to himself.
“Yes officer,” Jackie said suddenly feeling the buzz from all he had drank earlier.
“You OK Jack?” John Thornton asked.
“Oh, yeah John,” he answered recognizing the officer. “I’m all right, just walking home.”
“You want a lift? Supposed to get real nasty tonight,” the 28 year old police officer offered.
“No thanks John, I’ve got a lot on my mind and the cold air will help clear my head. Thanks though,” Jackie replied.
Leaning over and placing his left hand on the cruiser’s passenger door, Jackie asked, “Hey John, how long have you been a cop?”
“Police officer Jackie, and just over four years. Why?”
“You like it? I mean, what made you decide to become a co… police officer?” Jackie continued the questioning.
“Cause I suck at tending bar,” John Thornton answered jokingly. “You’re serious aren’t you? I joined the police force because I really felt that I should do something worthwhile, give back to my community somehow. I know, sounds kinda corny but here I am, one of Southampton’s finest. You sure you don’t want a lift Jackie?”
“No, thanks John, I’m good. Thanks.” Jackie said and tapped the door twice before returning his frozen hand to his pocket and resuming his long, cold walk home.
Twenty minutes later, Jackie O’Shea walked into his apartment, covered with snow and chilled to the bone. He poured himself a glass of Jameson’s to help warm himself and pushed the flashing red button on his answering machine.
Jackie, Jack, c’mon space cowboy, pick up. Listen, I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean to… beep. He pushed the next button.
Jackie, please give me a call, I’m at the pub. beep.
Jackie…beep. Next button again.
Hello? Jackie, it’s Trish, I um, well, I’m coming out to Southampton tonight, actually Montauk, but was wondering if, well I’ll be passing through Southampton and you left before I could thank you for getting me home safely, and beep.
“Shit.” Jackie said feeling his blood pumping a little faster.
Sorry, I’ll be on the 8:15 train stopping at the Southampton Station at 10:02, hope to see you, but if not I’ll continue on to Montauk. beep.
He looked at his watch, 9:30. He had just enough time to shower and call a cab.
Sgt Hook out.
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