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If I have to resort to heels then I know I'm in trouble when a well placed fist to the throat works just as well.

I have my reservations. If I start wearing heels people will talk.

The pitfalls of being a man. You can not rely on your shoes if getting mugged.

Stiletto to the eye is quite effective.

A pitfall I could get over. Personally I'd try a Bruce Lee impersonation first, failing that a show of my badge usually manage to deter the criminal element.

so is a well placed thumbnail.

Could I borrow that badge of yours then? It would save my shoes.

I imagine that it is.

Impersonating a police officer, could go badly. You can’t wear pretty shoes in jail.

Have you reported this mugging?

Can't I? Shame.

No, I did not. Am I suppose to if they did not steal anything?

Rather use that than my shoes. Only because ugh, wearing heels all the time is a pain in the ass when you're dealing with things that require a lot of running

Not my first choice of weapon, mind you. As I said, when in a pinch.

They do dole out prison issue shoes.

Ah-uh, it’s still a C class felony if they’ve fled from an attempted robbery.

That sounds very unfashionable. I think I'd prefer to stay out of prison.

He may be in a local hospital. I jabbed him in the eye with my shoe. Should I call someone and file a report?

By this point I think you should talk about shoes in general, saves me the trouble of having to explain what excessive assault and battery charges is.

I don't particularly like shoes. I'd be barefoot all of the time if it were practical.

Self defense.

I’d have thought a city would be the furthest place you’d want to be, then.

Two wrongs don’t make a right.

You have figured me out I am a country girl at heart.

No, it does not make it right, but it is a little ridiculous to press charges on someone defending themselves. No one should be made into a victim out of fear of the law.

We all have places our hearts belong to.

Ah-uh. Report the incident if you feel that is the correct thing to do.

We do. Mine is here. For now. My feet are not.

I don't see the point in it now. Lessons learned all around.

Works out all round in every one’s favour, feet included if you look at it the right way. I get to keep my boots on and not give my shrink anything different to go with. You get to stay out of some fairly ugly looking prison shoes. Win win situation.

Your shrink? Most men typical abhor the idea of therapy.

Department policy when I took the opening. There were two options: Stay where I was and give up being Sheriff, hit on more Valium, sit in an empty house, and become a pastor. Or, I could take up a NYPD Detective opening if I agreed to monitoring, I agreed. Had I not agreed I wouldn’t have run into a woman who told me I wasn’t losing my shit…excuse my French… Now? I see a shrink two days a week. Got off the Valium to take up smoking. And try to convince my boss the antacids aren’t for an ulcer.

There you go. More than you ever wanted to know about me.

That aside, are you sure you’re alright?

I am a curious woman by nature. I can't help but wonder how she convinced you that you aren't losing your shit, or, why you thought you were.

Certainly, I am quite durable and always bounce back. Always.

Before I came out of the hospital I was seeing stuff, feeling stuff that had me damn skittish and I’m not a skittish man.

When I moved to New York it reached its peak. I got a cigarette from a guy that wasn’t even there. I was ready to check into a mental ward when this woman told me I was a Medium. She told me everything I was experiencing which convinced me.

I was talking more if you were alright emotionally. Muggings even aborted ones can be tough.

You are a Medium, as in you see ghosts and communicate with them?

Emotionally? Oh, yes, fine. This is New York, right? Toughen up or go home sort of city. My shoe may need therapy.

Ah-uh, pretty much the size of it.

Shoes need therapy… is that girl talk for you need to buy another pair or more to keep them company?

A police officer that sees the dead. Now that is something I have never heard before.

A new pair of course.

They’re around. I think they call themselves psychic investigators.

I’d go for flip flops. You feet will think they haven’t any shoes on and I won’t have to be worried you’re poking some guy’s eye out with them.

Is that what you call yourself?

Flip flops? I'm quite certain Anya would have a heart attack if I showed up in the board room in flip flops.

When I’m on duty and it is not an undercover case, I’m Detective Joshua Allen. When I’m off duty, I am Josh or Joshua Allen. I don’t need titles for anything else.

You might have to remind her it is alright to have a little fun every now and then.

Not just a cop, a detective. Impressive.

You may have to tell her for me, she would never believe those words out of my mouth.

A lot of other jobs are impressive too.

Thing I learnt from the last six months, the badge, the house, the car, all those things we trap our bodies in to having; we can’t take with us when we die. When I came home from the hospital all those ridiculous things she thought important was still there but they didn’t go with Mandy. The only thing that probably did go with her was the memories. But those things of hers were still there and had to be packed up. You can’t take your boardroom or your company with you Selene, the only thing you can take are the memories. So you have to ask yourself what’s going to be memorable wearing flip flops or staying with the status quo.

There are, I won't argue. Detective work is still impressive. Putting the pieces of a crime together....you don't just solve crimes and get bad guys, you give families closure and the answers they need to move on. I find it both impressive and selfless.

Seeing her face if I walked in wearing a pencil skirt and flip flops would be a priceless memory. [That actually made her smile.] Memories are a gift and a curse.

My Dad and Ma didn’t raise me to be selfish. The job though has its good moments like you said.

Sounds like if I run into Anya I will never hear the end of it from her, good thing she won’t know I put the idea in your head. Ah-uh, that’s why we are blessed to cry and laugh.

You have my word, I'll never tell.

...I suppose I should let you get back to your detective work, hm? It has been good to speak to you again.

And you likely have flip flops to go buy. Good talking to you again too.

I have a plethora of them to buy. Don't be a stranger Detective Allen.