A huge thanks to everyone who was so kind to review my story and encouraged me to keep writing and/or added it to their story alert, and special kudos to jessjak for noticing the BSG quote (there is another one in this chapter).
Hope you enjoy it!
Sharon Raydor was bored out of her mind. She was staring at her cell phone, hoping it would ring and present her with a case, thereby giving her the perfect excuse to get away from the hellhole also known as the LAPD's annual New Year's Party, which she had been ordered to attend.
In the meantime however she had to make do with the middle-aged and balding bar owner who was wallowing in self-pity because his wife had left him for another woman. Preferring to contemplate her own lousy fate in solitude, she decided to go in for the kill.
"So let me get this straight: your wife was going to the dentist four times a week and you didn't have any suspicions she was cheating on you?"
Fortunately that shut the bartender up and made him go to the other end of the bar in search of a more sympathetic ear which he apparently found in Lieutenant Andy Flynn. She had to admit he looked nice in his dark blue pinstripe suit, chewing on a toothpick, like she remembered him from what seemed like ages ago. But this was neither the time nor the place to reminiscent what happened and what could have been.
However contemplating her present fate wasn't so attractive: here she was, Sharon Raydor, a fifty something FID captain who everyone loved to hate. And even if she would manage to leave unnoticed, she had nobody to go home to ever since her kids had left for college. Perhaps a drink was in order to cheer her up.
Since she was so lost in her thoughts, she startled when a voice next to her said: "that's a nice colour on you."
Looking up, she found Andy Flynn lowering himself on the barstool next to her.
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