The Key

Wednesday, in the small hours at the end of the shift, G sent a message to my box. 

"I saw you have a Charger key."

Yes, I do.

"Do you drive a Charger?"

I have. 

"There's no Charger keys in the precinct. I have to borrow one from the Sergeant everyday to 

drive my district car. "

G and I go back to the Academy. He has 29 days on me. He's the one who bumped me from my 

days off. I'm not going to make this easy for him.

I've had my Charger Key for two years. It was given to me when I was at South.

"They cost $100 each. The Admin won't buy more."

I log off, walk back to the precinct. G's waiting for me.

"If you ever wanted to lighten your key ring, it would be nice to have a key for my district car."

G, I'll tell you what. I'll sell it to you for $80. I'm not doing any favors for the guy who took my

 days.

I punctuate the sentence with a wink.

He laughs, "I don't want it that badly."

If you want it, it's yours.

"Naw, if I had a Charger Key, I wouldn't know what I'd complain about.

Yeah, that would be sad.

Comments

[deputydog]

the keys are $100?, they must have a chip in them.