“Shut up, just shut up.” “Okay,” I said slowly. “He was a prick and a drunk,” she snapped. “I didn’t want him dead, but I did want him...out of my life.” “Really.” I was taken aback at her forward nature. I hadn’t expected her to be so open with me. She stared at me. Finally her shoulders slumped. “Oh, shit,” she slammed out. “I said too much, didn’t I?” “It’s okay. Just between you and me. A little venting is good for the soul.” She leaned back against the wall across from my door, hiked a. Like most cop bars, it was festooned with memorabilia of the PD, the Sheriff's Department and the State Patrol. A low cloud of smoke filled the room. Dennis lit another cigarette, almost in self-defence."Hey partner," came a contralto yell. "Over here!"Dennis grinned and worked his way through the crowd of cops, cop-groupies and cop-wannabes. He collapsed into a vacant chair at the little table were his partner sat. She looked at him and pushed her beer bottle to him."Damn, partner, you looked. “You must think I’m a tart, talking like this, do you mind me talking like this, and doing what we’ve just done?” “Karen, I don’ think you’re a tart, I think it’s great,” I said,” I like women to talk dirty. I was just wondering where you’ve been all my life, I’ve dreamt about meeting a girl like you.” “Do you really mean that or are you just being polite?” she asked me. “No I really mean it, now, another glass of wine?” “Yes please,” she said, “Then we can get back to the film, that’s if. I just couldn’t bring myself to face them, especially since I didn’t have a good excuse. I couldn’t just tell them I was some sort of superpowered individual who would be responsible for keeping things in order when shit did hit the metaphorical fan.Samuel was training by his lonesome, as he was used to doing whenever he wanted his mind off things. I just went ahead and switched on the television where the news was still rampant with speculation regarding the identity of the owners of these.