Meet me at Big Nick's. Bring ammo.
Sammy was on her second cup of coffee and swiping pictures across a tablet while she waited for Tim. She needed his brain and good sense, and his company. They'd been friends practically since diapers with their families so close, and she lorded her six month edge over him at every opportunity. It had become even more necessary when he shot past her in height before they'd reached junior high school.

Her shoulder injury was on the mend, but it had given her some time to think. It seemed only natural to talk about it with the best friend she had outside her Glock.