@big-city-cop gets a greeter
Nancy figured after you’ve left this dimension, 'laws' became subjective. Even the ones about breaking into the police station to try and find what ever files the sheriff must have about whatever deal he made to get them all off scot free, and how badly she’d be fucking that up for everyone if she made her dive trying to get her best friend home to her parents to bury.
But, subjective legality aside, when the sheriff burst into his office, gun drawn, because he was sure she was a thief or killer or something else, laws suddenly came back to focus. Nancy lifted her hands out of the drawer she was riffling through, raising them in surrender. “I was looking for the bathroom.” She excused weakly.













