Jeff has been a member of the sheriff’s department for nine years. As a detective, he is assigned to Major Crimes. This weekend Jeff is off duty and accompanying his wife to the auto auction.

They see a couple of neat looking cars but they’re a bit out of their price range. Jeff excuses himself and goes to find the men’s room.

Moments after entering a stall, he has a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach as his gun slips from his waistband. Frantically he reaches for the weapon and just as he wraps his fingers around it the semi-automatic goes off, BLAM!

The instant Jeff grabs the gun one of his fingers touches the trigger and BLAM! there’s a second shot.

Picture yourself in a men’s bathroom when you hear two shots fired in rapid succession. BLAM! BLAM! You’d do what a half dozen other men did — head for the door without looking back.

Now there are only two guys in the men's room. Detective Jeff, who is hastily assembling himself, and a guy named Ronald who is standing at the sink washing his hands when something strikes him on the leg. He pulls up a trouser leg and sees a stream of blood — and faints dead away.

Jeff, with his Glock still in his hand, comes out of the stall and sees Ronald stretched out on the floor. That’s when the security guard walks in. You can imagine what this scene looks like to him.

"Please, don’t shoot, I’m unarmed, I’m only a security guard."

Jeff flashes his badge saying only, "Call the sheriff’s department — now!"

Turns out Ronald was struck by a piece of tile chipped by one of the stray bullets. He is treated and released, and calls his lawyer.

Today, Jeff is answering the phones on the front desk at headquarters. Internal affairs won’t comment on the case, saying only, "It’ll be a while longer."