El rushed inside to get some of his stuff
Suddenly, John's own phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw Pamela's name flashing on the screen.
He took a steadying breath before answering.
"Hey."
"Where the fuck did you run off to?" Pamela's voice barked through the speaker.
"Just following a lead downtown, Pamy. Trying to get ahead of the noise."
"Well, I need you here. We got some new orders."
John looked at the house. He could see El's shadow moving frantically past the window. "What kind of orders?"
"The kind that make our lives a living hell if we don't produce a suspect by shift change," Pamela said. "Get your ass back to the station. Now."
She hung up before he could say anything. John shoved the phone back into his pocket and hammered his fist against the side of the truck.
Then he jumped into his cruiser and sped off.
