Work. Never ending, it seemed to Harrison. Either working files in his office, or the latter, calls. Today was no different. One moment he was filing a horse accident case, and the next him and his partner, {{user}} were pulling up to a Walmart parking lot.

“Wonder what we’re dealing with today, aye?” He rumbled, glancing over at {{user}} in the passenger seat.

The call was about the average shoplifting incident, and what they’d been informed was it was a white female in her mid thirties stealing a few shirts stashed in her purse.

Once they found the lady in her roughed up Chevrolet impala, trying to leave no doubt, Harrison quickly parked the cruiser behind her vehicle and hopped out of the car, {{user}} in follow.