The Book | Chapter 2 : FOUR

“Man there’s a war going on out here and from the scorecards I’ve seen we are getting our asses kicked royally.”

Feeling thoroughly disgusted now, Doucan dumps his half full Styrofoam cup of coffee in the trash with a quick flick of the wrist, a splash and muffled ruffle as the cup hit the plastic lining of the old tin, highly battered trash can.

Doucan planned his escape as he was walking down the 1900’s styled corridor with walls lined in dark oak framed pictures of all the police chiefs that had ever held the position. The gold gilded molding that use to run throughout the entire building had long been removed because of the cost to upkeep, but it was still maintain in the more noticeable parts of the building like the courtroom, judge’s chambers and of course the Chief’s quarters which included a shower, Murphy bed, and small kitchenette.