In the evening, everyone from the police station gathered at the bar, except for the unlucky few assigned to patrol duty; nearly everyone from headquarters showed up.
James didn't choose the table next to him but sat directly at the bar with the others. The bar wasn't exclusively reserved for them that night, so other customers were also present. As a result, the police didn't get too rowdy, grouping together in twos and threes, casually chatting during this large gathering.
Jimmy came out of a small room, cradling a bottle of McLaren, and approached James, "James, I'm here."
Surprised, James turned his head towards Jimmy, "Aren't you working on a case? How come you're here?"
Jimmy smiled, didn't answer his question, and placed the wooden box in James's hands, "This is for you. Congratulations on your smooth retirement; now you can go out and enjoy yourself."
James took the box and glanced at it, "Wow, McLaren 50? Did you rob it?"
Jimmy, "Do you like it?"
