EXT. - SILVER CITY STREETS - DAY
Gerri was in the middle of pushing Jordan's head down and stuffing him in the back seat of her Charger when her phone rang. She slammed the door on his mournful expression and answered it.
"Ger." She hadn't heard from Eric "Flashman" Ortega in a bit, not since she asked him to look into dog fighting for her. Turned out it was a dead end anyway.
"Flash." Gerri climbed in the front seat. "What do you need?"
"I'm here for you, girl, every day of the week." He sounded oddly cheerful and Gerri grinned. She liked Flashman, had since the night her old partner, Detective Joe Mutch, introduced them in a dank alley while Flashman faked puking on her favorite boots. Hilarious, the two of them. Now Joe was gone and Flash was her go-to guy.
"Tell me you got something good." Gerri pulled away, cutting off a car in traffic, flashing her badge at the man who gave her the finger.