The woman parked the car into the spot and locked it with the key, flinging it around with her fingers and putting it into her pocket like a cowboy would with a gun. Her hair was out and bouncing about as she walked into the room. She was all dressed up for one reason: Men reacted well with pretty women and she knew she was definitely a pretty woman. She used it to her advantage just like her mother had taught her. Flaunt what your mother gave you she remembered. She flipped her head and opened up the door. With one quick scan she saw the man she was looking for drowning his sorrows with alcohol, something she did on a daily basis.
With a smile she grabbed out her fake cop idea and walked over. ”Are you Ryan? she asked, flashing him the badge before taking a seat next to him which some one had left just a second before she walked over. The girl had brilliant timing and was definitely rather lucky. In all honesty you had to be in the line of work she didn’t get paid for. She lived off fake identification which led to fake credit cards and fake passports. She had grown up in this life. It was all she ever knew.
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