He Poured Beer Down My Jacket And Demanded My Call Sign Until He Realized Who I Really Was

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“This doesn’t need to become a command incident,” she said.

The woman in the Padres cap spoke up from the end of the bar. She lifted her phone.

“It already is,” she said. “I got the beer and the grab.”

One of the pool-table guys raised his hand.

“Same,” he said.

Rodriguez looked around for backup, the reflexive scan of a man who has always been able continue reading …