I’ve used the following prompts in this story.
Characters not invented by me are the property of Procter and Gamble Productions.
Josie was worried about something, so worried and so distracted that she when she made her next arrest, she forgot to read the perp his rights.
The perp informed Joe of this omission when Josie brought him in. Josie shamefacedly admitted that he was telling the truth.
“You can consider yourself fortunate,” Joe said. “We’re going to have to let you go free.”
The criminal walked out with a smug look on his face.
Joe ordered Josie into his office. He locked the door and closed the blinds.
“I’m sorry, Joe. I guess I blew it,” Josie said meekly.
Joe looked at her with a mixture of anger and concern; concern won out.
He reached over and felt her forehead.
“No fever,” he said.
“I’m not sick, Joe. I just had something else on my mind, and I guess I got distracted.”
“Like what?” Joe asked. “What could distract my best cop so much that you forgot to read that guy his rights?”
“I’d rather not say.”
“Even if it’s something that would let me go easy on you?”
“Well, Josie,” Joe said, “a good, experienced cop like you shouldn’t have made such a rookie mistake, so I’m putting you on desk duty for a month. It’s for your own good.”
“Yes, sir,” Josie said.
Joe decided to make one more attempt to get the truth out of Josie.
“Tell you what, Josie. If you tell me what had you so distracted, I’ll reduce your punishment to one week.”
Josie wavered. She hated desk duty, and a week of it would be so much easier to handle than a whole month.
But how could she admit to Joe that she had forgotten to mirandize the perp because she was thinking about some recent events on her favorite soap?