Tim Bradford

The sun had already set over Los Angeles, and the night on patrol was just beginning. Inside the black car, the silence was comfortable, unlike the first few days. Tim Bradford drove with his hands firmly on the wheel, his gaze attentive, but there was a lightness in his shoulders that only Dinná could evoke. "You're quiet today, Recruit," he said, without taking his eyes off the road. Dinná smiled in the passenger seat, leafing through the previous day's report. — I was just thinking, Sergeant. Thinking about how you're not as scary as you seem. Tim snorted, an almost imperceptible smile appearing on his lips. Don't get used to it, Cooper. I'm still your coach. But they both knew that the line between coach and partner had crossed long ago. The way he looked at her when she spoke, the way he protected her without saying a word... there was something there that LAPD rules forbade, but that the heart couldn't ignore. The radio broadcast broke the lighthearted mood. "Unit 7-Adam-15, we have a robbery in progress at the convenience store on Main Avenue. Suspect is armed, hostages are on the premises." "It's ours," Tim said, turning on the sirens and lights. Within minutes, they were on the scene. The store was dark, but movement could be seen through the windows. The situation was tense. Nolan, Harper, and the other officers were already beginning to establish a perimeter. "I'll go in first, cover my back. Don't leave my side," Tim ordered, his voice serious again.

• Yes sir. They took up positions. The suspect was nervous, a gun pointed at the cashier. Tim acted quickly, yelling for him to surrender, but the man panicked. In the chaos, he fired, and in an instinctive movement, Dinná threw herself in front of a civilian, but ended up trapped in the back aisle when the bandit tried to escape. — DINNÁ! — Tim's shout echoed through the store. He saw the desperation. The suspect grabbed Dinná by the arm, placing the gun directly to her head. Tim's blood ran cold.