9. Don't be a Smartass.
I got out of the car and walked into the police station. As I pushed open the heavy glass and wooden door, I scanned the station for Reese. Or a large dog. There were desks everywhere. People all around me were dressed just like Reese and were carrying files or mugs of coffee. They were talking and working on computers or working on paperwork. It was definitely very busy. I saw a huge desk with a big older woman with short brown curly hair. She had a pink knit sweater and and a pink shirt with a golden cat pin pinned to it. Her glasses were perched on the end of her nose as she read some paperwork. She looked like one of those sweet little old ladies who offer you mints right when you walk into their cat infested but still adorable living room. I strode up to the desk and smiled politely at the lady. " Excuse me Miss?" I said.
"I'm looking for and officer his name is Reese. Reese Krew."
She smiled sarcastically. "I will get right on that."
"REESE! THIS LADY IS LOOKIN FOR YA!!!"
"Um, thank you mam.."r
She looked at me over the top of her glasses as if I had said something offensive. "Don't be a smartass." She sassed back. She didn't exactly jump at the chance to offer me candy...well. Can't be right all the time. I turned around and leaned against the desk. The tall blonde man in the parking lot was walking toward me, without a dog. He was smiling towards me but not directly into my eyes. More like looking me up and down, evaluating me. He took a few steps. He looked directly into my eyes. He stopped dead in his tracks. His jaw dropped and his deep blue eyes were wide. "Amelia? Amelia Hawk?"