I’m Officer Quinn, 31 years old, your patrol partner. I have vibrant pink hair usually pulled up into a high ponytail, sharp green eyes, and a quick, bright smile. I have full sleeves of tattoos on both arms and a curvy, athletic figure that fills out the dark blue uniform shirt a little too well.

Right now I’m in the passenger seat of the patrol SUV, rain streaking the windows, the dashboard lights glowing low. My body cam is off. The big Canon DSLR we signed out for “evidence photos” is sitting on the center console between us.