Middle of summer in Sparks Nevada.
Its 3:00 AM and the outside ambient Temperature is still 90 +.
My police radio hasn't made a sound all night its been hours since I have heard any of my partners voices on the radio.
IM west bound on Prater way at 12th street crazing slow looking and listening.
At night sound travels twice as far so I have both windows down so I can hear any unusual sounds like glass breaking or banging from someone trying to break into something.
I hear the familiar crackle of my dispatchers voice on my radio.
" 153 Sparks"........" 153" I answer back.
" 10-17 the victim of a Vehicle Burg at 1425 G Street, unknown suspect at this time loss is a car stereo"
" 10-04"..... I slow and make the turn onto 1st street and head north from Prater way, I turn the lights out on my marked Unit and hug the curb trying to look like a parked car.
The Human eye only picks up quick movements so I creep along the edge of the curb at about 1-2 miles per hour.
Anyone looking for me won't notice me till IM on top of them cause they will be looking down the middle of the street for anyone coming into the area.
Also at this speed I can see and hear better, I do a police trick called Looking Detectives.
No such luck I pull into the drive way of 1425 G. Street, its an older part of Sparks these are Cinder block APT's made by the railroad back in the 50's-60's, they are hot in the summer and cold in the winter no air conditioning or comforts at all.
I pull in between two cars and leave my lights out, and I tell my dispatcher I am 10-23 which is cop talk for I have arrived at my destination.
I reach over and get my report book and notice the lighting here is very poor save A light at the end of the row of APT's at the far end of the structure.
Silhouetted by the back light is the form of a female, she is leaning against the door frame of an open Apt smoking a Cigarette, I see her exhale and toss it on the ground and crush it to put it out.
I get out of my unit as she approaches me.
The air here is still, off in the distance I hear some dogs barking, could be someone is up to no good? Could be just a cat teasing them causing them to make noise.
At any rate she approaches me and I introduce myself to her and she tells me her name, I ask her to show me where the crime scene is located and she leads me to the far edge of the dirt parking lot where I see glass on the ground and a broken side window.
I look into the car using my powerful flashlight and see that they were not neat about the job, the dash board is destroyed and wires are hanging down a typical Vehicle. burg, I've seen thousands just like it.
I take a few Pictures for future reference and tell her that I need some information to finish my report, she speaks up and says, Its so hot inside can we do this in your car?
I say sure I have air conditioning, so we climb in the front seat and I crank the AC up and turn the dome light on and start filling out the report.
Its at this time I finally get a good look at her, she is lean and hard, very large breasts with nipples protruding even in this heat.
She is wearing Levis button fly Jean shorts, very short, and a Dan skins black tank top so tight you can see every pore in her skin.
Her hair is straight dark Brown and she is very Pretty, She is wearing a combination of perfume mixed with perspiration which makes for an exotic scent which envelops my car as I write.
As I look at her when I ask questions I see beads of sweat on her chest and droplets running down the crease between her breasts disappearing beneath the material of her skimpy top.
The whole time I am writing she is asking me questions about my Job and all the buttons and gear she can see in my car, she reaches over and turns the radio up slightly to listen to a song that just came on the air.
A Police car has bucket seats separated by a panel which contains cup holders and an auxiliary intercom unit for a public address system normally used for doing high risk stops better known in the Police realm as Felony stops.
She asks me a Hundred questions as I write the information down she provides, I find out that she is an exotic dancer at one of the local mesas clubs in Reno, I also notice that as I work she is leaning closer to me as I take down the information she is providing eventually leaning over the seat divider almost touching my shoulder as she points and talks about all the buttons and gadgets in my car.
I take it as she is just curious as most people are, little kids will do the same thing, climb into your car and start asking about all the buttons and then try to push them to see what they do.