Waiting next to it were two uniforms: Benson and her laconic partner. Benson waited with some attempt at sobriety, but there was a quiver to her small body that hinted at some inner emotion. He could not determine which emotion. “Ma’am.” She didn’t salute, but Joe sensed she wanted to. Her eyes showed signs of what appeared to be awe. Vi studied Benson, gave a smile that felt like it had a sigh in it, then nodded to her partner. “Jack, isn’t it?” “Yes, ma’am.” His face was on the long side, his eyes so light it made them appear blank, and he had a hint of a droop to his mouth. Not unlike some of the canines Joe had observed. The correct term is “hang dog.” And Benson has something called a “girl crush.” A…girl crush on…Vi? Lurch provided additional definitions for him. She was not looking at him with awe, much to his relief. He did not even wish Vi to look at him in that manner.
