Phil chuckles.  “Most days all I need is a notebook, my citation book, and maybe an accident form,” he says, shaking his head.  “All the other stuff are for those few times when I need something quick and don’t have the extra forty-five minutes to run back to the office.  I’ve done that once or twice and it sucks.”

He pops the trunk, and places the gear in amongst the already stuffed interior, rearranging things here and there.  He stands back when he’s certain the trunk will close.

“Is that a shotgun?” she asks, pointing at a long rifle case.

“Nope.  We don’t carry shotguns anymore.  That’s an AR-15.”