Hot Pursuit Page #4

You have to take me home!

You're writing me a ticket?

I am protected by a meter maid.

No, I am recording all pertinent details...

...in my incident report log

before they slip my mind.

Jue madre, this is your first day?

Take me home!

Do not touch my I.R.L.

Now, protocol states

I have to contact my precinct.

Do you have a telephone on you?

Yes!

I packed it...

...with my computer...

...with my floppy disk...

...while running for my life.

- Where are you going?

- I'm getting the hell out of here...

...before Cortez finds me

and sews my face into a soccer ball.

You are in a state of shock

and you're not thinking clearly.

My husband just got murdered...

...and now they're coming to get me.

You have to stay here until backup arrives!

I am a sitting goose out here!

Mrs. Riva! Come back!

I am warning you!

I did not wanna have to do this.

But you're forcing me

to take extreme measures.

It is my mission to protect you.

It is my mission to get you to Dallas

by 8:
00 a.m.

And I am gonna complete my mission.

You're small but freaking intense!

I have got to contact my precinct.

Please.

Yes, ma'am.

There were two sets of gunmen.

Each seemed surprised to see each other.

One set Latino, possible cartel.

The other set Caucasian...

...in masks.

You have an officer down

and four unidentified suspects.

- Got it.

- No. Hold that.

There was one identifying mark

on one of the Caucasian men.

He had it on his left wrist.

And I drew a picture of it in my I.R.L.

Notebook. That's a notebook.

And that's my car not a personal vehicle.

"Remain in your personal vehicle."

- I am on the phone with dispatch.

- It's a car. Say, "Car."

- Pipe down.

- It drives me crazy, the way you talk.

It seems to be a Buddha, sitting on a wave.

Or a bottle of barbecue sauce

guarded by two snakes.

Or a snowman, melting in the rain.

Possibly a peanut in a puddle.

It's a cow.

I am talking on the phone.

It's a longhorn.

They considered making it

a state animal...

...but they went for the armadillo instead.

What? The brown lady cannot read a book?

Scratch that.

It seems to be a longhorn.

The tattoo was a longhorn.

Okay, we'll dispatch officers

to bring you in immediately.

Yes, ma'am. We'll sit tight.

Nice. Nice police work,

Mr. Cherlocks Holmes.

Nice. Heh.

Thank God. Here come the cavalry.

Damn, Coop.

You done got thrown in the fire today.

Detective Hauser.

I'm so glad y'all are here.

It was a mess in there.

But I have recorded all the details,

and tried to follow protocol.

He, hey. Coop, we got this.

You're just lucky to be alive.

The good news is...

...local police got shell casings and DNA

back at the compound.

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