A few hours earlier.
In a patrol car, a black female officer was seated in the driver's seat, while a middle-aged white policeman sat in the passenger seat—none other than the veteran rookie John and his partner, Officer Afra.
John, sitting in the passenger seat, had an expressionless look on his face, as if he was in a daze.
Afra glanced at him, "John."
No response.
The corners of Afra's mouth drooped, "Rookie."
"I'm here, Instructor," John snapped back to reality, giving Afra a look, "Didn't you promise not to call me 'rookie' anymore?"
"You also said you wouldn't make any more rookie mistakes.
Daydreaming on duty; only a rookie would make that kind of basic error."
"Sorry, I had some issues at home... they distracted me."
"What issues? Tell me about them, maybe I can help."
John shook his head with a wry smile, "No, no, no, you can't help me."
"What's with that look? Don't forget, I am your instructor. Tell me, maybe I can give you some advice."
