A usually well earned look at that. Gus shrugs it off and turns the key on the quiet vehicle, pulling away from the curb and headed toward downtown before he answers.

"I'm pretty sure the department would issue me one if I asked, but I'd never where it when I need to." He laughs, but without much humor. "Like a few months back, I met this girl in a bar, right? And I really thought she was into me and we hit it off... turns out, she drugged me and all my friends and then tried to kill us! I invited her to my apartment because I thought we were, you know... good to go... and then next thing I know I'm being shot at."