IT’S TIMES LIKE THIS that make her wonder what it’d be like to settle down somewhere in the city, comfortable apartment and a b o r i n g 9 - 5 job… But it’s not a lifestyle fit for such a wandering soul. Still, she lays across the mattress on her side, fist tucked under an ear. It’s a firm texture that doesn’t sink too much with weight, something an aching back can appreciate after a long day by the docks ( “we need info on the shipping”, he’d said. “it’d be a good day out by the w a t e r ”, he’d said… ). Sharon yawns ––––– focusing her attention on the detective only when his voice carries across the room. It doesn’t take a genius to understand the tension being emnated : hand close to the holster at his side, brows furrowed… Ok, so maybe it wasn’t the best idea to have jimmied his front door, but you also shouldn’t leave a girl waiting too long after your designated appointment. ❛ Can’t a girl ask her cop friend about a creepy guy without getting the third degree ? ❜