EXT. to INT. - FREDDY'S BAR - AFTERNOON
Gerri stepped out of the driver's seat into the California sunshine, squinting as she tossed her sunglasses onto the dash before slamming the door. Jackson exited the passenger side, his own mirrored shades still in place. Such a poser as he looked around with his broad jaw set, all Hollywood.
He'd missed his calling, the jackass.
She ignored his grumpiness as she stared across the street at the dive bar on the corner.
"You should have let me drive." He would just not let it go. He bitched about her taking the keys from the moment they hit the garage at the precinct. Whined and complained the entire way over.
"I let you come with me," she said, walking past him, glancing both ways as the traffic slowed to allow her to cross.
"I found the biker
