Short Crime Stories

The flashing red lights of the cruiser flickered with stifled intensity, mitigated by the earliest morning light. Twenty-nine-year-old Alan Oakley, known as "Oak," had the great misfortune of experiencing this dawn, typically a late riser. Today, however, was special. Sunshine, cop cars, and a wickedly fine woman driving that two-toned black and white police cruiser had him irrepressibly excited about his wonderful plan.

Oak had a gun in the back, but he couldn't exactly put a bullet in this girl here, not the one tapping almost erotically on his driver-side window. Not her... it was love at first sight, man.

"Morning," Oak's bald, freckly head appeared as the window descended. He scratched his shiny noggin with a couple freckly fingers. "Is there any really good reason you should be pulling me over just now?"

"Would you like to step out the car?" the officer, Khali Olsen, said, her voice cool and steady.