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Walking down the aisle past a sea of familiar faces was like watching my life flash before my eyes. Family, some of whom I hadn’t seen in years. Friends from as far back as middle school, others more recent, many from the Phoenix Gender Alliance, a dozen or so officers I’d served with at the Phoenix Police Department, and some from the local cosplay groups.
My sensei from the aikido dojo I used to attend. Coworkers and associates, including Sadie Levinson and other bail bond agents. I even caught a glimpse of Robert Rossellini, aka Conspiracy Bob. I’d arrested him so many times he almost felt like family.
Conor’s mother, Siobhan O’Callaghan, sat in the front row next to Grand-Mère, having traveled all the way from Dublin. Her long thick hair was the same coppery shade as her son’s, t
