Fin Tutuola sat patiently in the driver’s seat of the burgundy Crown Victoria while he watched Olivia Benson dash across the street while carrying two cups of coffee. With a grunt Olivia slid into the front seat and stared impatiently at the metal gate of the closed shop.
“I’m freezing my ass off, when is he going to show up?” Olivia whined as
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