Policeman's Dilemma

Howard looked out the window: swarms of tears glistened on the glass. Mustache twinging, he asked his partner across the table: “What's the deal with this weather? It’s like this every day.”
“How do you know? You’ve only been here a few days. Before you got here it was California.”
“Well, okay. But I don’t- I thought this assignment would have more sun, girls, flair... Not bloomin’ rain.” He stood, leaving his breakfast, and finished his coffee with a final vacuuming of its sullen drips from his mustache. “I’ll be in the cruiser, reading.”
“Alright, you dingy dog. All right.”