Here's part 2
"One of these patches, located on a hill overlooking the entire town, was near the police department building, out of which a tall and strong-looking young man with blue eyes and hair had just stepped, and as he began to walk his way upwards, he began to admire them as he took in all the sights and sounds of the small town that had long been the responsibility of the team of law-defending policemen that he had just joined earlier last week as an assistant. Aiden had decided to get a summer job before the end of the school year, because in two years, he would begin to worry about which university he would apply to after finishing his studies, but it was easy to decide what he would do in the summer – he would help a bunch of cops solve crimes. He easily got the job because his uncle, Oscar Hanks, was the deputy sheriff, but the hard part was doing it, especially because the work he got mostly had nothing to do with solving crimes."
Part 3:
"Aiden trudged down the street, the sticky remnants of coffee and donut sugar still clinging to his fingers, replaying the earlier disaster at the station. The dare had seemed harmless at first—ordering a dozen donuts and twelve coffees with every conceivable customization—but by the time he’d wrestled with “extra caramel drizzle, no whipped cream, three half-sugars and a splash of oat milk” for each cup, he was ready to retire from civilian life forever. And, of course, some older cop had slapped the nickname “Baby Watts” on him like it was an official title. Just thinking about telling Uncle Oscar—the one cop who could make grown men quake in their boots—made Aiden’s stomach twist. If he spilled the story, the troublemakers would get roasted for sure, and he wasn’t ready to watch anyone’s career combust… not yet anyway."