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The quiet bar Leo usually haunted was closed for remodeling. With Leo's luck, it would re-open as the latest zen hotspot--or other some such yuppie bullshit theme club. He'd have to find a new place to relax after work was through. The local cop hangouts were not an option, considering most of the people he worked with didn't like him. Respect and like were two different things, and while Leo had earned their respect, they still didn't like the little sonofabitch.

This watering hole was a few blocks down from his old one. He'd tried to go downtown instead of uptown, but really either way had its serious drawbacks. "Why don't everything stay the goddamn same?" He asked his beer, looking down into it. The bartender looked at him oddly, and Leo waved him off. The place had typical music, typical everything, and at least it wasn't trying to be anything it wasn't. That was a blessing these days. He sat there, looking tense for a man who was on his third beer.