"Shit, it's dat cop," Donquisha said, looking up. Then Tyrone felt her fingers letting go from his cuffs.
"Hey, whatchu doin', bitch," Tyrone hissed. "Get me outta dese fuckin' cuffs."
"I'll come back for ya, baby. Ah promise," she said, kissing him briefly, before sprinting away.
"Hey, stop her!" the cop yelled, pointing at the black woman dressed as a hooker. A bunch of other cops turned and looked, then tried their best to do as the cop said.
Tyrone watched as his new girlfriend dodged the cops and made it out of the precinct. Damn bitch. She actually left him. Just to save herself. Maybe she didn't want him as badly as he thought.
"Your girlfriend's going to be in a lot of trouble, mister," the cop said, sitting down at what was apparently his desk now. "Resisting arrest will get her a bigger charge ... when we catch her."
"If you catch her," Tyrone muttered.
"When we catch her," the cop corrected.
