"Yeah, listen to Lucy," he instructs as he unlocks the car doors, giving a grunt after Beverly elbows him. "No driving the car until you're sixteen and I've been teaching you. And no driving the cruiser ever."

He's pretty sure that'll be the sort of thing that loses him his job.

"Now get in the cage back there," he says with a grin, opening the back door so Beverly can climb inside. Usually it's a tight squeeze, done on purpose to make criminals uncomfortable, but he's adjusted the seats to give her more room.

In the front, he's removed all the firearms and locked them away at the station. The computer and radio that are normally hooked up are gone to make sure Lucy has room, too, and he looks at her as he opens her door. "And you. Did you really drive up on the curb?"