THE CLICK OF HIGH HEELS STRIKING THE ASPHALT sounds anna’s arrival. she’d taxied from the courthouse, still in her extra nice clothes, not what she’d normally wear on an assignment like this one. she’s got a pair of sneakers in her bag, which she will change into at her earliest opportunity.
she appraises the man in uniform waiting for her near his transport, he’s strikingly handsome, but she sets the thought aside quickly. ❝hello sergeant barnes, i’m anna - i trust you’ve already been briefed?❞










