She was porn star pretty, in that 80s softcore beach photoshoot kinda way. The sort of girl you can only capture with a Kodak - words don’t stick to her. 

Go pick up an old copy of Playboy, cut out the first dozen sunkissed California blondes and swap their body parts like a Rubik’s cube - that’s her. 

The police officer, he’s not pretty, or ugly enough to be interesting, so the story skips over his appearance and moves straight to the cigarette tucked behind his right ear and the pen he’s tapping on his notepad. 

“Please be as detailed as possible when describing the subject,” he says. 

“He looks like a shithead.”

“Thank you ma’am.”