[ WP ] Describe the average day of a mall cop/meter maid in the manner of a 1930s crime noir

It was another cold and damp afternoon. The chief sat at his desk behind the paper. Typical. The man simply could n't bark his orders without either the local paper or a cup of Joe in his hands. `` Anything of interest today boss?'' 
 
 `` Anything of interest? It's the holiday season, of course there's something of interest. Get your ass down to Spencer's Gifts, they've been bitching about some rowdy teens.'' 
 
 Did n't even look up from his article. Heading for the door he calls back, `` And I better not get any complaints about you again, ya loose cannon.'' 
 
 Of course he does n't understand. He stays behind a desk all day, he's gone soft. He does n't know what its like to walk down these mean hallways and corridors. The things one will see out here will break normal guys. I swing by Dunkin' Donuts on the way to Spencers. 
 
 `` Have a free one on us today officer Sanchez.'' 
 
 `` What for?'' I question, taking a particular look at the coffee Karl handed. 
 
 `` Well after you broke up that fight in line a few days ago, I just felt that I owe you one.'' The pasty teenager replied. 
 
 `` Karl...'' I say with a heavy sigh. `` I'm going to take the doughnut and coffee, but I'm no hero. Never was, and never claimed to be one.'' The guy is still a kid, idolizing any man in uniform. He does n't know the truth of how the world works. Of course I would claim to be one of the few good ones left on the force. Before I leave I call back to Karl, `` You know, instances like this make things worthwhile.'' 
 
 Turning the corner to Spencers and I notice a large crowd gathered outside, is that crying I hear? Picking up the pace, I see that officer Walker is already on scene and flags me over. Walker is a young one. I see potential in him and want to take him under my wing, but unfortunately the higher ups tend to schedule him with that bastard Garcia. I finally see what the commotion is about, `` Christ, is that another body?'' 
 
 `` It's my grandpappy! My grandpappy!'' The teenage girl cries out. I walk unfazed passed her. I'll get a statement from her after she calms down. 
 
 `` Alright Walker, talk to me.'' 
 
 `` Uh, some of the shoppers say some teens were horsing around inside Spencer's. They took off in a hurry knocking down the poor old man here.'' 
 
 `` The body has n't been moved?'' 
 
 `` No, of course not.'' 
 
 `` This next part might be a little hard, why do n't you go inside and see if Spencer's gots any footage for evidence.'' 
 
 `` Sure thing.'' The rookie takes his leave and I kneel down beside the cold stiff body. 
 
 `` Alright bub, where does it hurt?'' 
 
 `` U-uh, my knee... oww...'' The old white guy replies. 
 
 Shit, this is the worst case I've seen in months. It's a long shot, but maybe just maybe, I can bring these crooks to justice.
