Slapped By Life

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June 24 2021-Page, King City Police Headquarters

Seashore has always been a heaven for the lawless. In first place there, was not a local police force, the distance from the nearest one made it tiresome for the office to have to drive all the way there to patrol the area and the lack of administration made the police coverage lacking.

The lawless have more influence then the lawful in this part of time, this gave them the confidence to act more boldly. Crime had never discriminated between night and day but the number of daytime crimes was now equal if not more then the ones committed after dark.

Despite this Seashore contributes to a decent chunk of the cities economy through tourism. The tourists are attracted by the exotic nightlife, cheap hotels and the lies about the safety of the area.

This lie was almost exposed by the casual robbery of an unsuspecting tourist. This triggered a massive raid of the borough and a few incarcerations to save face.

After a weeks, situation was back to normal, a lot of crimes being the norm here. It was decided that police presence had to be increased in order to drop crime in that sector and keep the tourists in town.

In an office in the King City Police Headquarters an agent has been assigned the task to find a suitable place for a forward advance post, after browsing for real estate and not finding anything. He made a small list of possible numbers that might provide a bigger selection.

His third call was answered by a machine that identified itself as the property of a gal named Kerignhton.

"Um... My name is Lieutenant Anderson and uh... Im calling about some real estate that I'm interested... Sorry, I mean the local police is looking to purchase... Actually it's the city that's going to buy it for the police. We're looking for something in Sheashore, so please give me a call back at this number when you can. And uh.... Thanks... Bye now... Bye."

Keringhton had just arrived home from an Open House that began with a disaster. When she arrived at the downtown apartment where the Open house was supposed to take place, it had been broken into and vandalized. The glass was shattered all over the newly waxed hardwood floor and televisions and antique vases stolen. She should've known a lockbox wasn't enough to keep burglars from tearing the apartment apart, it had happened to her once before.

Placing the keys and her coat on their respective hooks, she advanced towards the answering machine pressing the 'PLAY ALL' button to retrieve her messages. The first was a message from her mother, which was met with Keringhton pressing the delete button. And the next was one from a man named Lieutenant Anderson.

"Um... My name is Lieutenant Anderson and uh... Im calling about some real estate that I'm interested... Sorry, I mean the local police is looking to purchase... Actually it's the city that's going to buy it for the police. We're looking for something in Sheashore, so please give me a call back at this number when you can. And uh.... Thanks... Bye now... Bye."

The message resolved in a loud beep, meaning it was the end of her messages. Only two, which wasn't surprising. Business wasn't thriving as it should be and she didn't have many friends. Whipping out her cellphone, she dialed the ten-digit number listening as it rang. She tapped her foot impatiently against her own carpetted floor waiting for an answer.