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for us we don’t need to call the cops, because they’re already here.”
    I jumped out and noticed one police officer had already donned his fluoro vest and was waving a light around to direct traffic to the far right lane. The car and trailer were blocking the two left lanes. Somehow, the spare wheel had hit the concrete barrier on the right, turning its path left once again, and it was now settling in the center lane, only a dozen meters from us.
    Despite the fact that there was no one injured, and despite the fact my car wasn’t involved, it still took us an hour to get things sorted. Constable Warren Martin told us to move off the roadway and up a little on the verge while he saw to getting the car and trailer off the road. If a rubbernecker decided to have a collision, we would be well away from the danger. Shawn goes red and grumbles about our first date, but I quite enjoyed finding a bit of shade on the side of the freeway and chatting with him. I would’ve preferred it to be over a nice curry with some wine, but we got all the first-date stuff out of the way—my job, his job, my family, his family, my aspirations in life, his dreams.
    Then Constable Martin came over to get his statement. “Sorry about that, lads,” he apologized. “We needed to get the freeway moving again before I could get to your statement. I hope I’m not ruining plans for you tonight.”
    I grinned at him as I stood and brushed off my backside. “Warren, you’re totally gate-crashing my first date. I wanted it to be memorable, but I think this is a little over the top.”
    The policeman looked discomforted, but Shawn came to the rescue. “You haven’t been arrested in front of me, so this makes it an awesome date. Remember I told you my last date was with my cannibal, serial-killer boyfriend?”
    This got a reaction from Constable Martin. “No way. You were Rory Davidson’s next intended victim?”
    I didn’t know if I was chuffed or horrified that my date was known to police. Shawn took it all in stride. “I prefer the term clueless boyfriend. There was never any evidence to suggest he planned to murder me. So, I like to think I was the one who might have been able to keep him on the straight and narrow.”
    Warren looked skeptical. “He was a gay man who killed four gay men and ate them. How straight do you think his path was?”
    Shawn nodded at this. “Yeah. Most probably. Maybe straight to hell?”
    We all laughed at that one. “I just think you’re one lucky bastard,” Warren said. “Now, how about you both tell me what happened here tonight, and I’ll let you go on your lucky way?”
    I now shake my head despairingly at the amount of times the word “luck” was used that night.
    Our statements were taken and we were directed to drive carefully to our destination. Constable Martin’s partner called him and I overheard something about a “hot call.” They took off with lights and sirens blaring, so Shawn and I got back in the car. You may think that it was enough excitement for the night, but my man has superpowers . He can make things go awry .
    We made it to the city without further mishap, and I paid an exorbitant amount of money and promised my firstborn to park for three hours. Or at least that’s what it seems like every time I need to park in the city. My restaurant was just around the corner, and we walked up the block in companionable silence.
    Remember I said my man has superpowers ? We turned the corner together and were confronted by a large crowd of people standing on the sidewalk and the road, surrounding a bunch of police cars, two ambulances, and a news van.
    “Is that the restaurant where we’re headed?”
    “Yes,” I groaned in misery.
    “Hey, is that Constable Martin? It is. Look. Hey, Warren,” Shawn called out.
    The man was trying to move people away from the doors of the restaurant and set up a police-tape barrier. “Hey, Shawn. Don’t tell me this is where you guys were heading for