Nat, Cyclone, and Creely

Natalie just spoke to Officer Creely on her front Porch. He was tall crisp polished, and kind. She said Cyclone was the big dealer and he lived in the green house on the hill. We'll get 'em They never go far in this business. He said winking as he went back down the steps. She was self conscious about talking since she accidentally ate a whole clove of raw garlic in her lunch. Nat went back to her perch and she saw that Cyclone was getting out of a vehicle in her driveway. He must've seen the police car and avoided his own house, she thought. She phoned dispatch to give message to Creely. Then just now she saw Cyclone drive out in his white Eldorado with the rusty hubcaps. Two seconds later she heard the siren bleep. Nailed!