Danica glances up from where she is kneeling and handcuffing a perp who'd tried a little B & E in her protective zone.
“Could have sworn someone was talking about me.” She mutters, only to have the assailant try to squirm away from her, and get a firm knee in the back.
“Guess I'm hearing things. Get on with you.” The man shoved into the back of a squad car, and Danica nods in satisfaction at a job well done.
“I always get my man.”
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