[ The cop looked irritated, like the idea of donuts personally offended him. Or maybe it was the assertion that every cop spent their days eating them and riding around town trying to fill quotas. ]

“If you don't like donuts, what about cake?”

[ Where did he live? He hadn't been back there in over a week, but it had to be one street or the other. It was 50/50. ]

“I live on Green Street. How many uniforms are you issued? Where's your partner?”