Scott: 2003
The display on Scott’s phone indicated it was Mark calling. Scott was on a stakeout, his partner, Hank had gone on a coffee run.
“What’s up?” Scott answered the phone.
“I made detective.”
“Woohoo! Awesome! You gonna get a pay raise, too?”
“Damn it I hope so.” Mark laughed as he answered. “Hey, wanna go out for a beer to celebrate?”
“I’m on a stake out, but Hank and I get relieved in about two hours.”
“That’ll work. How ‘bout that sports bar on L street? We had a drink there a few months ago, after you arrested the perp who used the machete,” Mark said.
“I’ll meet you there at eight thirty. You know I haven’t seen your ugly face in better than two months. It’ll be good to get together.”
“Yeah, too true. See you there.”
Scott spent most of the next couple hours thinking
