Los Angeles Greyhound bus station.
A Black police officer, leaning against the wall, was chuckling with two scantily clad women while impatiently scanning the surrounding streets with the corner of his eye. He was supposed to be slacking off comfortably today. Then a call from the detective bureau came in, sending him to this godforsaken place. If not for his luck in running into two mature women who flirted with him enthusiastically, he'd probably be cursing by now...
Just then, the Black officer's cell phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, it was that annoying number. "Hey, buddy, where are you? I've been waiting forever!"
"Sorry, I took a quick look around. If it's okay, could you bring those two women by your side to the fast-food restaurant? I'd like to have a word with them."
