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Angela
I arrive first and don’t wait for Jackie before ordering a Scotch on the rocks. I take a seat at the bar and then I do wait. I wait for Jacqueline Cooper, or I guess it’s Smith again now. I take a sip, then another. I need it. The booze slides down me with a deliciously relaxing burn. This is far better than any mandatory therapy session. Although I may actually need therapy after seeing Jackie again.
I’ve downed half my drink by the time she arrives. I didn’t tell her about the parking situation on this side of Sunset. She has worked for the police force all her life. She should know these things.
She pulls up a bar stool and sits next to me. She glances at my drink and motions for the barkeep.
“Two more, please.” She points at my glass, which only has one finger of amber li
