Ben and Chris were sitting on their makeshift balcony couch, improvised from the spare bedframe they had for long-forgotten reasons, cuddled up under the blanket—strictly to preserve heat, naturally. The winters hit hard in this secluded part of the valley but living in such a remote location came with the advantage that this goddess-forsaken place’s only two cops were also Chris’ best customers. Where else would they get...

Lara’s uniform looked a bit dated and worn out—contrarily to the person wearing it. Behind her, Ben pushed the apartment door shut and locked it. “So, Officer,” he said with a lewd tone in his voice, “are you here to join in on the fun?” All she managed was an approving chuckle and a nervous nod that soon made way to a big smile from the possibilities that unfolded in her mind. In an attempt to maintain character, she wid...