MCA #3, Late Sunday Night
"I wish you didn't have to go," Alex sighed. This town must be getting to her; she didn't usually state the obvious like that. "I mean, I'm not ... gonna beg you to stay or anything. Your whole life is back in New York. I just ... hate saying good-bye."
At least this time, they got to say good-bye. Last time had been a little rushed.
(for the dedicated cop that needs to go back to being one of new york's finest)
At least this time, they got to say good-bye. Last time had been a little rushed.
(for the dedicated cop that needs to go back to being one of new york's finest)