the interior dome light turned on as the woman opened the driver's side door. An older man sat in the passenger seat, staring daggers at him. The petite female cop had dark hair pulled back into a bun, but he couldn’t make out much more than that from where he stood. He watched as she stepped out and shut the door behind her. She wasn’t in uniform. She wore a black leather jacket and dark jeans that fed into boots that looked too cozy to be functional for an on-duty cop. The male cop was a bit slower getting out, and
