Night Shift

There’s nothing quite like seeing the city as she slumbers.  

The darkness turns everything surreal, and as long as you stay away from the streets of rhythm and dance in the entertainment district, you can feel how big the city is.  For those of us who work night shift, it is a time like no other.  When the hunting is good, as we say in the policing world, when the only ones on the streets are cops and robbers.  

And newspaper delivery drivers.

On more than one occassion I have been convinced I have a ‘dumped stolen’ when the car in front of me makes an abrupt stop and the driver flings the door open and runs across the street. 

It happened again last night, and it was only when I saw the newspaper in the driver’s hand did my own hand come off the handle that could have released my police dog.  The driver trotted back to his vehicle with a wave, not realising he had given a near perfect demonstration on what a car thief looks like when they ditch a stolen car and make a run for it.

Be still my beating heart.

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