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Kevin flipped the lights on as the ancient Cadillac in front of him swerved for the second time. He could see a dark figure look in the rear view mirror before the car's brake lights illuminated the otherwise dark and deserted South Philadelphia street. The car slowed and came to a complete stop under a flickering street light. The bright, red brake lights shone mercilessly into Kevin's tired eyes until the red lights were joined by tiny white ones as the car was turned into reverse, a pause as if a gear was stuck, and then both lights disappeared. Kevin followed suit and parked behind the large, gray vehicle. As he opened the patrol car door, the chill of the December night quickly tore into him, in spite of his thick Starter jacket. His irritation grew as the green glow of the dashboard clock told him it was 11:42 pm. A scant 18 minutes until the end of his shift. He silently wished for a quick, routine stop as he slammed the creaking car door shut with a grunt before retrieving the flashlight at his waist. He shone it at the side view mirror, and as he approached the driver's door, shone it directly in the face of the young, black woman behind the wheel.

Kevin noticed that she'd yet to lower her window, and tapped on it lightly with his fist as she stared at him blankly. Kevin resisted rolling his eyes and motioned for her to roll her window down. She held her hand up, telling him to wait, and keeping his gaze, opened the driver's side door. Kevin stepped back as she pushed it all the way open, feeling the heat emanating from inside.

"Sorry, the window's broken." She said apologetically, putting on her best smile.

"It's fine. Have you been drinking tonight?"

"Well..." The girl seemed off put by Kevin's bluntness. "I had a few at the club, but-"

"Okay, ma'am, I'm gonna need you to step out of the car please."

The girl exhaled and took her purse off of her lap and placed it in the passenger's seat. As she stepped into the night's cold, she wrapped her arms around herself. Kevin, seeing the girl's full form for the first time, thought he wouldn't mind wrapping his arms around her. She was slim, but with nice sized breasts shown off by her low cut dress. Her long legs were on display in a pair of heels. The only outerwear she was clothed in was an oversized denim jacket with fur lining. She was dressed far more elegantly than the car she drove would have indicated. Looking her over, mixed with his weariness almost resulted in an awkward moment of her and Kevin staring at each other, but he remembered himself just in time.

"I need you to step this way please."

He motioned the girl forward as he backed towards his patrol car. She followed as he did so.

"Okay. The first thing I need you to do is close your eyes and walk towards me in a straight line. So, whenever you're ready."

"You want me to do it in heels?"

"You can take them off if you'd like."

"And walk barefoot on the street?" The girl asked with visible disgust.

"Well, it's up to you. Between going to jail and getting my feet dirty, I know what I would do." Kevin said, beginning to lose his patience.

The girl glared daggers at him as she lifted her feet and reached back to unlace the heels. Once they were off, she held them in her right hand and re-established her glare. She held out her hands in exasperation.

"Right. Whenever you're ready. One foot in front of the other. Straight line."

The girl closed her eyes and did just that for about two steps, when she stumbled a bit. She let out a little gasp as she did so, knowing she'd failed the test.

"Okay, you can put your shoes back on."

The girl did so as the street light above them stopped flickering and came entirely to life.

"Alright. Now I need you to say the entire alphabet backwards. Starting with 'z'."

The girl looked absolutely puzzled now, and a look of defeat was on her face before she'd even started. Kevin almost felt bad for her. Who could say the entire alphabet backwards even sober?

"Z...X, no, Y, X..." The girl struggled.

A good ten seconds passed, before Kevin mercifully cut her off.

"Okay. That's enough." He said, unable to keep from chuckling to himself. "I'm gonna need you to step into the car please."

"Oh, god. Why?"

"Look, I just need you to take a breathalyzer test."

Kevin opened the back door of the patrol car behind the driver's seat and motioned for the girl to get inside. She did so reluctantly, and once she was seated, Kevin went to the back of the car and opened the trunk, retrieving the breathalyzer test. He walked back to where the girl was seated and placed the black case on the roof. He opened it, and moving the instructions aside, pulled out the gray instrument and turned it on.

"Okay, take a deep breath and blow into the hole there. All the breath you've got."

The girl did so, and the results appeared almost immediately. An 0.064. Safe.

"Well, it's your lucky night."

"I passed?" The girl asked, sounding unable to believe it herself.

"With flying colors."

"I tried to tell you I'd only had a few beers." The girl remarked with clear attitude in her voice.

"Just doing my job."

"Hm."

Luckily, the girl left it at that. Kevin packed up the breathalyzer and returned it to the trunk.

"Okay, you can go back to your car now."

The girl headed that way, and Kevin followed, watching her ass as he did so. The girl plopped down in her own driver's seat and looked at Kevin with less anger than before, awaiting instruction.

"Last thing I'm gonna need is your license and proof of insurance."

"Wait." The girl said smiling. "Don't cops always ask for that first?"

Breaking his own personal rule of never engaging with a possible suspect, Kevin couldn't resist the charm of this one.

"And how would you know?"

"Because that's what they always do on cop shows. And it's not license and proof of insurance, it's license and registration. Please. You forgot that too."

"So, I'm the one with the badge, and you're telling me what my lines are?"

"I'm just sayin'."

"And I'm just sayin' license and proof of insurance. Please. And I say it when I wanna say it."

"Alright! I was just sayin'. And both of them are in my purse. You're not gonna shoot me when I reach for them are you?"

"Just do it slow." Kevin replied after a well timed pause.

The girl laughed, and he couldn't help but smile a little as well. And why not? Who said you had to be intimidating, hardass policeman all the time? Most of the time, sure, but with a sweet pretty thing like this? Plus, it was nearly Christmas, and after the year he'd has, he thought he deserved a little slack for once. Maybe even invite this girl over for some Christmas turkey. Carved turkey with a little brown sugar on the side. His holidays were looking up already. If he could work an angle that made it look like he was letting her slide on something, he could surely make it happen.

"I think my insurance may be expired."

Perfect.

"Then you're under arrest."

The girl laughed again. A high pitched guffaw almost that had her head thrown back.

"Whew! Cute and funny. Just let me find it."

She dug in the large purse until she unearthed her wallet. She took her license out quickly, but had to search through various cards for her insurance.

"Here you go."

Kevin shined his light on the State Farm card. Lisa Brown's insurance had expired three months prior.

"Well, you were right."

"Ah, damn. Guess you have to arrest me then."

"Maybe not. Let me go see what I can do. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

"Of course, officer."

She closed the door and cut off the chill night air as Kevin walked back to his patrol car. He radioed in her information to Ari, the guy on duty back at the station.

"A black girl named Lisa Brown? Like there aren't plenty of those in the city."

"Keep it down, jerk off. Don't you know they record this shit?"

"My bad, Kev."

Kevin waited in silence as he awaited Ari's results. His eyes fell to the rosary and cross that swayed lightly, hanging down from the rear view mirror. A staple in every patrol car he'd ever been in. He watched it swaying gently, unblinkingly for several more seconds before the radio screeched back to life.

"Looks like she's a regular girl scout, Kev. No criminal record. Not even an unpaid parking ticket. All clear. Well, except for coasting through a stop sign about ten years ago. Send her on her way and head on back. I'll buy you a beer or two. Or three. Kev, ya there?"

Kevin had stopped listening and now shone his flashlight on Lisa's license. Coasted through a stop sign ten years ago? This girl didn't look like she was old enough to have been driving over five years, let alone ten. According to her license, Lisa Brown was born August 19, 1965.

"Yeah, I hear ya. Sounds good. See ya in a bit. Over and out."

Kevin replaced the radio back on it's hook, and continued investigating the license. The photo was definitely her. He flipped the small, plastic card over. Didn't seem like a fake. At least no fake he'd ever seen. But for this girl to be almost 30?

"No fuckin' way."

He suddenly had an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He instantly recognized it as the same feeling he got whenever he knew he was being lied to. But how could he feel so sure? A wise man had once told him that it was impossible to tell a woman's age. He believed that, and while it may have been impossible to pinpoint, he sure as hell could ballpark, and this one was nowhere near.

He slammed the squeaky patrol car door behind him yet again and Lisa's front door opened as he approached it this time.

"All good?"

"Yeah. All clear."

She looked up at him with big, bright, beautiful, hopeful eyes.

"Let me ask you something." said Kevin.

"Sure." Lisa replied.

"How old are you?"

Lisa gave a look of mock exasperation and chuckled a bit. When she saw that Kevin wasn't laughing, she answered him right away.

"Twenty-nine."

"Well, that's what your license said. You just look a lot younger than that is all."

"Yeah, I get that a lot. I get carded every time I buy a bottle of wine."

There. Case closed. She just looked young. The envy of every thirty something housewife that she passed on the sidewalk. Simple as that. Get the digits and lets call it a night.

"Look, Lisa, I know the difference between a twenty year old and a thirty year old. I wasn't born yesterday you know. So just be honest. Between you and me. You use a fake ID to buy booze. You must be nearly 21 anyway. No big deal."

Lisa smiled and shook her head.

"You really don't believe me do you?"

"Nope."

"What could I do to prove it to you?"

"Birth certificate?"

Lisa laughed again.

"You can't be serious?"

Kevin nodded.

"Or you could just admit it."

"What if I told you I had a copy of my birth certificate in my purse?"

"I'd say bullshit. Why do you carry your birth certificate around with you?"

"A COPY. I needed it for a job application the other day. Like you, they didn't believe I was over 21."

"Then let's see it. I don't mind being proven wrong."

"I hope not." She said as she turned away from him to dig through her massive purse again. Kevin turned away and surveyed the empty street.

"Like I said, it's between you and me. I won't turn you in or anything. I've just always had an instinct to know when a pretty lady's lying to me. Call it a defense mechanism."

Kevin turned back just in time to see Lisa pointing the large, silver handcannon at his face. He dove to the cold concrete as the shot tore through the silent night and through the window of the decrepit building across the street. Kevin knocked the wind out of himself having not been prepared for the fall. The car's engine roared to life from it's mild doze, and the Cadillac's tires screeched just before it tore off down the street and into the night. Kevin laid still on the cold ground, groaning and checking if he'd been shot. As he rolled over onto his back, the streetlight above him finally burned out.

He made his way back to his patrol car, and sat in silence, not even thinking to call in the incident. The shot still rang in his ears ten minutes later, as he heard police sirens in the distance. His roof lights were still on, and they painted the now entirely dark street blue. His eyes fell again to the dangling rosary and crucifix, swaying back and forth before it's blue background.

Kevin stared at the cross that hung on the wall of the 2nd floor locker room of J's Bar. The other's shouted all around him, and in the confines of the small room, the tension was building quickly. The short, fat, white security guard, Bob, was clutching his neck where the spook downstairs had bit him. Blood covered his hand and soaked his uniform, but he seemed to be dealing with the pain and the blood appeared to have stopped for now. Cindy was sobbing loudly and uncontrollably, while George the doctor sat with his head in his hands, mumbling to himself. The big, black security guard, Mark, stood in front of the door with all of his weight pressed against it. They'd followed them up here, scaling the stairs with no trouble at all, and had overtaken Will at the bottom of the stairwell. They'd all seen the mob tear him apart before barricading themselves into the locker room. They'd banged on the door, three or four of them, but it had been silent outside for the last three or four minutes. Just as they'd all gotten used to the silence, an exceptionally loud bang from the other side of the door made them all jump and Cindy squealed loudly.

"Shut up!" Shouted George. "Do you want them all to hear you? Shut up! SHUT! UP!"

He took hold of her shoulders and shook her. Seeing George shake the frail girl broke Kevin out of his daze. He came up behind George and put him in a headlock, moving him away from Cindy, he then pushed George to the other side of the room.

"That's enough!" Kevin shouted.

"I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry! Cindy, I'm sorry!" George said hysterically as he fell to his knees and began to sob as well. Cindy didn't seem to take notice of any of it.

Mark turned so his back was entirely against the door.

"So, cop, you figure out a way outta here yet?" He asked as the beating resumed outside.