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    “Sean, are you in trouble?”  Jennifer’s friends grabbed her to lead her away.  The shuttle was leaving.  As she turned, she bumped into a woman with a red ponytail.  The woman hit her hard enough to knock her off balance.  The flight attendant sneered at the redhead who did not stop.  The redhead walked to a blacked out Tahoe and got in.  All she had was a backpack.  The flight attendant recognized her from the plane.  The flight attendants gathered their bags and climbed onto the shuttle.
     
    Sean shouted, “I’ll be at Doc’s!”  He doubted she heard him.  A uniformed Pittsburgh police officer with a shaved head emerged from the driver’s side door.  It was Brian. He had shaved his head with several other police officers on a dare a couple of years ago.  He didn’t need to shave his head, he just liked the look.  Plus, Sean was convinced it pissed off his girlfriend. 
     
    As much as Brian loved being a cop, his goal was the FBI.  He had sent his application in and was hoping to hear something soon.  The process seemed like it was taking forever.
     
    “Surprise!” he shouted, arms out wide, as he stepped up on the curb.  Sean half smiled.  Brian was a trim 185 pounds, but with the belt, the gun, cuffs and the vest, his 5’11” frame looked weighed down and much heavier. 
     
    “Thanks a lot.  Did you see what you just did?  You ran her off.  She thinks I’m some sort of criminal.”  The shuttle bus was pulling away from the curb and Jennifer was looking out the window.
     
    “You are.  Maybe this will help.”  Brian whipped out his baton and mimicked a striking blow to Sean’s head.  Sean snapped his hand up and caught it.  Jennifer covered her face and looked way.
     
    “Wow!  Great reflexes!  I wasn’t really going to hit you, but I was tempted.”
     
    “Duh.  Very funny,” Sean said.  Brian grabbed the bags and opened the trunk to Brian’s Charger.
     
    “Oh, I have another surprise for you,” Brian said.  “There’s a lady in the back to see you.  Not one of the usual tramps you are seen with.” 
     
    Sean opened the passenger side rear door to find his fawn and white Boxer, Bailey, in the back.
     
    “Hey girl!”  Sean said, letting the dog lick his face.  Bailey twisted and wagged her tail like only a Boxer can. 
     
    Brian climbed into the driver’s seat.  Sean put his hand on Bailey’s collar and opened the front passenger door.  Bailey hopped up front.  There was really no room with all the junk cops had to pack into cars.  Computer.  Shotgun.  Radio.
     
    “No!  She cannot ride up here with you.  That isn’t allowed.”
     
    “You don’t like dogs, do you?”  Sean asked, laughing.
     
    “Not true and that dog loves me,” Brian answered quickly.
     
    “You talking about Bailey or Stacy?”  Sean replied. He did not like Brian’s girlfriend, Stacy and was hoping his friend would come to his senses and dump her.
     
    “That’s not nice.  She likes you.”
     
    “Bullshit.”
     
    “You need to tone it down around her.”
     
    Sean ignored the last comment.
     
    “Am I allowed up here?”  Sean asked.
     
    “Technically, no.”
     
    “Fine.  I will ride in the back with her.”  Bailey jumped in the back and Sean slid in beside her.”  Brian turned off the lights and looked over his shoulder.
     
    “Well this looks familiar, you in the back of a Pittsburgh black and white.” 
     
    The patrol car smelled like sweat and not in a good way.
     
    “They are black and gold in Pittsburgh,” Sean replied.  “You know you can make this thing right with that flight attendant I was talking with.”
     
    “How is that?” Brian asked, merging into airport traffic heading for US 60.
     
    “You could run me by her hotel.”
     
    “How am I supposed to know what hotel she is in?”  Brian mumbled.
     
    “Jesus!  Am I supposed to be the detective?  She was in an airport Hilton shuttle.”
     
    “Fine.