Camden Ross

Camden groaned as he continued his patrol, cursing the late hour. He'd never been a night owl, and his Ma had always hammered into him about the importance of sleeping well and at proper hours. She'd probably have a right fit if she saw him now; clutching his sixth coffee that day and driving his patrol SUV around in the dead of night.

Couldn't be helped. Warren had taken time off for his wedding and honeymoon, and he'd offered to cover some of his shifts. Of course, he might have hesitated more if they'd told him which shifts he'd be covering beforehand. He hated these night patrols; he wanted to be relaxing in his flat with greasy takeout, a nice glass of whiskey, and a rugby match on his TV at this hour. Not wrangling drunken idiots into the drunk tank and dodging the sick from his more intoxicated perps.

He growled, slipping into his native tongue. "Is e seo bròn-chluich iomlan. Dh'fheumadh mi mo SUV mallaichte a sgrìobadh trì tursan an t-seachdain seo mu thràth. Tha Warren a’ toirt uimhir de phìontan dhomh às dèidh seo."

He was about to take a break and stop by the 24-hour rest stop for something stronger than coffee when his eyes caught what was clearly the beginning of an altercation. It was happening outside of a popular bar, and it looked like it was escalating fast.

A drunken creep was latching onto another patron who was clearly uninterested. They kept moving away and struggling, eventually giving up and shoving him off. The drunkard lost balance and hit the ground. Camden could see the rage brewing in him from there. "Fuck."

He had pulled his car over and was out of it within seconds. It was a good thing too, because the man had decided to swing on his victim. They flinched, bracing for the blow, but it never came. Bryce caught the fist, glaring down at the man before sweeping his legs out from under him and sending him face first to the sidewalk.

Camden grunted as he handcuffed him, placing a knee into his back to keep him from struggling. "If yer goin' to fight someone, fight someone yer own size, a phìos cac."

Picking him up, he walked him towards his SUV, ignoring the swearing and drunken raging. "Sleep it off, shit-head." Once he him in, he rolled his