Corrupt officer Lily Cade cracks down on a drug dealer

They argued about everything. The rookie refused to ignore the girl's hands. She pulled them from her pockets after two commands. The veteran watched her back press the cruiser. He unbuckled her belt with one hand, slid inside her denim, found the locket she said was empty. Metal clicked. He pressed harder. The rookie stood two yards away, jaw tight, then turned and walked to the blacktop lot without a word. The veteran told her to spread. She put palms on the roof, ankles apart, no underwear. He spat on his fingers and pushed inside while radio chatter rattled between their hips. He pumped slow, measured, checked the locket again like an afterthought. She bit her lower lip, eyes squeezed shut. He finished quick, pulled free, zipped, offered her the locket back like change. The rookie watched from the fence line, silent, deciding how much more he could stomach.