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I said, “Shit Call for backup”

I left Jacobi in the living rooh the kitchen and out the back door I was on s and the twenty pounds he’d put on since his promotion to lieutenant

I followed the kid in front of e between his house and the one next door Ronald Grayson wasn’t an athlete, but he had long legs and he knew the neighborhood I was losing ground as he took a hard right behind a detached garage

I yelled out, “Stop where you are Put your hands in the air,” but he kept running

I was in a jaer had a reason for running Had he set that fire?

Was this boy a killer?

I called in e in tiuello Boulevard and slam into the hood of a patrol car He slid down to the paveot out of the first One officer grabbed the kid by the back of his shirt and threw his apart and frisked him

That’s when I noticed that Ronald Grayson’s face had turned blue

“Oh, Christ!” I yelled

I pulled Grayson off the car and bent hiht hand around ave hihed, and three ss were filled with rock cocaine

I was heaving, too And I was furious I cuffed the kid roughly, arrested hihts

“You idiot,” I panted “I have a gun Get it? I could have shot you”

“Fuck you”

“You mean ‘thank you,’ don’t you, asshole?” said one of the uniforeant here just saved your worthless life”

Chapter 23