“Sounds good to me.”
“What about him?”
Dressed in blue jeans and a frayed gray t-shirt that showed a bit of midriff, Anna sat on the hood of a police car with one leg crossed over the other. Her red hair was left loose in a bob that barely touched her shoulders.
Across the street, a young police officer in plain clothes paced a line in front of the steps that led up to the station, tapping away at his phone the whole time. Most cops had stopped wearing their uniforms when they realized it made them easy targets for Slade's roving bands of terrorists, and she wasn't surprised that the situation hadn't changed even after communications had been restored. This guy was quite handsome with fair skin and a firm jawline, but a baseball cap hid most of his face. “He's cute,” Anna said. “You can
