Fin, Fur and Fatal

A patrol car on its nightly rounds slowly passed going in the opposite direction. Garett’s mouth went dry. He pulled his hat down tighter, not feeling at all like he’d like to explore what the cops might be looking for on this particular dock. He ticked his hat with his forefinger as a salute to the officers as he passed. Taking a deep breath of relief, he proceeded to drive out of the gate toward the freeway. Routine drive through, he repeated trying to convince himself to stay calm, not to look suspicious, not to do anything to attract attention to himself.