I heard the big cruiser pull to a stop and then the heavy 'thunk' of a car door slamming shut. The door of the parlour swung open and he walked in. As I had feared it was the officer who had thrashed me before and I was still scared of him.

He stomped over to the tatoo artist and had a long and low conversation with him. The artists showed the office the permission forms and a copy of Rose's ID along with a copy of mine. He seemed satisified and made to move off when he stopped and sniffed the air. Looking at Rose he questioned her about being drunk in a public place and buying booze for someone. I made myself wait before I said anything as I wanted to know what Rose was going to say.