She looks at my nose, my hat, my shoes.
She shakes her head.
She jots down some notes.
She lifts my lapel, takes a close look at my gold science club pin, the one I’ve been wearing since high school, how any years ago now?
She’s pretty. High cheekbones, long hair. Not what I expected.
“So what happened here?” she asks me.
She reaches into my pocket, grabs my wallet, starts thumbing through it. No money. I could have sworn I had a couple hundred bucks in there.
She shakes her head. She stares into my eyes. She has green eyes. Not what I expected at all.
“I’m done,” she says, standing. “Tag him and bag him.”
Guess I’m done, too. May as well go toward the light now.