Perv On Patrol -

Then she took his hand and pressed it against her own badge, still hidden in her boot. “My name is Officer Cole. If I ever see you on this line again—if anyone files a complaint that matches your M.O.—I will find you. And I won’t offer a second chance.”

His face went blank, then flushed. “I don’t—” perv on patrol

Jenna didn’t feel sorry for him. She’d seen the aftermath of men like him—the quiet shame of victims who never reported, the way a single uploaded video could shred a life. But she also knew that cuffs and headlines wouldn’t stop the next one. Only exposure would. Then she took his hand and pressed it

The tip line dinged again. A new message: “He’s not the only one. Check the blue line. Midnight express.” And I won’t offer a second chance

Jenna moved.