If you ever come to Alexandria look out for the coppers up and down Eisenhower Avenue. Sometimes they troll near Foster's Grille with lights flashing authority glory. And they sometimes sit near the batting cages lights off radar on. I often see them killing the night shift out back at the DMV. Must be a good place for bacon to cool.
Good thing it is. One too-early morning the lab belonging to the golden girl on the first floor was bitching a terrible fit. No one answered my knock except the beast so I alerted the coppers at the DMV. Shift's up soon they said. We'll tell the boys coming on. I feigned concern for the old lady. She lives alone and you can plainly see through the window her place is in disarray. We'll take a look they said.
The last thing I heard before I fell back asleep was barking. The second to last thing was animal patrol talking over tranq options.
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