On the front seat, there is a briefcase, left open with various citation booklets and forms and other gadgets strewn about inside, as well as an organizer attached to the back of the seat which holds even more gear.
“You really need all that stuff?” she asks.
Phil chuckles. “Most days all I need is a notebook, my citation book, and maybe an accident form,” he says, shaking his head. “All the other stuff are for those few times when I need something quick and don’t have the extra forty-five minutes to run back to the office. I’ve done that once or twice and it sucks.”