The elevator doors at the 99th Precinct slid open, and Detective Jake Peralta was already mid-sentence, his hands waving wildly.

In the chaos, Judy hopped into his car. "Great set, Jake! We should tour! Catch you on the flip side!"

Judy sighed, looking genuinely hurt. "That’s cold, Peralta. Truly cold. But look behind you." Jake didn't blink. "I’m not falling for that."

Charles Boyle scrambled to keep up, clutching a lukewarm bag of artisanal meat sticks. "Jake, you've been obsessed with the Pontiac Bandit for months. What makes today different?"