*Gavin gets out of the car. He shakes himself, twists his stiff neck and throws the hood of his jacket over his head: the weather is not happy and a fine suspension of wet dust in the air makes him raise his shoulders and rush into the warmth* *With luck, today he won't have to look at anyone's scraps on the outskirts of the city or in that lousy neighborhood where the police ride, if not every day, then every other day for sure.* *He hears the sound of hurried footsteps moving towards him, then he sighs and turns around.* "Did you want something? If this is not something serious, then I will not waste my remaining free minutes before the working day."