Six
There was definitely something familiar about it. I smiled as I put my hands on my head. He reached around and took the g*n from my shoulder holster.
“It’s difficult,” I said, “to drink in this position, and that’s what I came in for. Be careful with the g*n. It’s loaded, and I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“How come you’re carrying a g*n?”
“Because I have a permit. Want to see it?”
“All right,” he said uncertainly. “But don’t make any fast moves.”
“Don’t worry. I’m too old for fast moves.” I reached in my pocket and got out my ID folder. I opened it to the California license and passed it back to him.
“A license for the whole state,” he said. He sounded unhappy.
“When did you graduate from the academy, officer?” I asked.
“Last—” he started, then broke off. “Why do you
