5
Angela
“You never told me how things went with Roger,” Harriet says. We’re eating sloppy tacos and drinking beer at a bar around the corner from the Hollywood police station, a monthly tradition we started when we were partnered up, and have kept going since.
“Roger Bradley has been suspended.”
“Already?” Harriet sips from her bottle of Dos Equis.
“Guess who’s taking his place?”
Harriet shrugs. “Clearly, I’m out of the loop.”
“Jacqueline Cooper.”
Harriet puts her taco down. “No shit.”
“Oh, yes.” Once, probably on one of our taco nights, I got so hammered, I told Harriet all about Jackie and how she so cruelly broke my heart.
“What happened?”
“You know. We came face to face after all these years. Some of the old anger resurfaced. She tried to apologize. It was all very messy an
