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If the detective hadn’t braked in tiht into thee trolley, have done the sa obscenities

The students ignore the, their expressions either stony-faced or tearstained

"Kids today," Turner says, shaking his head in disgust "They all think they’re so entitled Don’t even have to obey traffic lights because Mommy and Daddy always told theave theet out and write each of the If I were still on patrol, I would"

"I bet you would," Canavan mutters

"I know those kids," I say from the backseat

"What?" Canavan says "You know those kids? Are they retarded, or so?"

"Yes," I say "I mean, yes, I know theot fired fro with the prince"

Canavan whistles "No wonder they look so pissed off"

"That’s where the president’s office is," I say, leaning down in the backseat to see if I can spot the top of the building I don’t knohy It’s not like I’d be able to spy President Allington up there, through his plate-glass s His office is too high up, and he’d said he was leaving at five, anyway "I bet they’re going in there to deh The office will be closed"

"Life is rough," Canavan says philosophically "Especially when you’re a kid who had everything one minute, then had it all taken away the next"

"Why don’t ait out here for ’e ’eain, and question the ‘homosexual affair of the flesh’?" Canavan asks "Yes, Turner, why don’t we do that? Then, after I’ve pistol-whipped you to death, no jury in the world would hold ree that you’re such an incompetent ass, it would be justifiable homicide"

"I can see that you two have so forward in my seat "Why don’t you drop me at that corner over there and we’ll take this up another time"

I point to a corner of the park where there happens to be a new bakery famous for its freshly made, warm-out-of-the-oven cookies, which it sells--and will deliver, free--with a container ofto eat after so much talk about murder and attempted murder and affairs of the flesh