"Look at those two," said Chris. There was a young woman on the dance floor who must have been over six feet tall in her spiked heels. She had blonde ...air down to her butt and high tits that must have stood out a foot from her chest. Her partner was on his toes trying to maintain a heavy kiss. At the same time he had one hand on her ass while his other hand pulled up her micro-mini skirt and dived into her pussy. The couple slowed their dance as the guy's fingers continued to fondle and rub at. That's great, you look great. Listen, come by the salonwhile you're up here. I'll do your nails, on the house - old time'ssake. Okay?"She patted my arm, like that really was okay and followed her dog,leaving me in her wake, bristling and light on my feet."Old times?" Anton wondered mildly and I could have screamed. ShannonDavey would waddle home as fast as she could to tell her jagged circleof mates how Andy Jones, remember that freak, was in town. Telling themhow she'd seen me, spoken to me -. I turned back to look at her and heard myself saying, “That's a very long way to go at this time of night, especially in this weather. Are you in any rush to get back now?" She looked at me with a puzzled expression. "No, not really as long as I’m back in the next two days for work I’ll be fine although, in this weather, it’s going to take me over ten hours to drive." I interrupted her, saying, “Well, I can’t have you driving in this weather all that way. I would feel bad if something happened. As soon as I yelled, Bryan dropped his gun, forgetting why he was so upset. After which the Commissioner intervened.”“Why were you meeting with Commissioner Malcolm?”“I never said I was,” Phil countered.“No, you didn’t. But I’ve learned with you, little happens by happenstance. So why did he invite you to meet?”“He spoke with Philadelphia’s Commissioner Beckley about my work with them getting a handle on police violence. Beckley arranged the meeting so I could offer him some advice—strictly.