[On The Road Driving]
Detective Larson sat in her car, playing some jazz music as she drove to work.
"I can't believe Chief Harris wants me to chase around some phantom dead body when there's a big case happening right now," she muttered, frustration evident in her voice, as she made a left turn at the intersection.
"There's a serial killer terrorizing the city, and he expects me to sit this one out - no chance in hell," Larson continued, her eyes narrowing as the police station came into view.
[The Precinct]
After a while, she finally arrived and turned off the music. Retrieving her badge, she shrugged into her leather jacket before stepping out of the car. With a firm slam, she closed the door behind her and strode into the precinct, greeted by the familiar busy atmosphere.
