Ryan POV:
I sat at the bar, the warm lights behind the table were making my reflection much clear and brighter in the mirror that was opposite me. I swirled my drink as I stared at my reflection. My curly dark hair was a mess, and I had circles under my eyes. My hands went to my hair, sliding through the mess and trying to straighten out the rebellious strands.
A plus size woman, with black dreadlocks that were clipped with gold beads sat down in the chair next to me. "Detective Buckley," I greeted, as I turned my head to look at her, "you look like s**t Jacobs!" She noted as she lifted a finger and the bartender came over, "tequila on the rocks!" The bartender turned around and placed her crystal glass in front of her, before he pulled out a bottle of gold liquid and then added some gr
