Kirsty didn't know why exactly she was going out for a beer with a stranger. It was probably an attempt to be social, something her last partner had told her she should try more often. Then Jones had gone and gotten himself a girlfriend and a transfer both, leaving Kirsty with a wet-behind-the-ears rookie who was ever so eager to please her.
It was fucking annoying.
But she'd parked near the bar and was walking up to see if Giles Babcock had shown up. She probably looked like a cop, but there was no changing that.