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Expecting the blubbering apology that usually followed such an outburst, D.J. was shocked when the kid turned and shoved her so hard she fell. She had time to register the frenzied look on the boy's face and the glazed cast to his eyes. Strung out, big time. By the time she was on her feet the boy had disappeared down an alley. |
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She would have let the matter drop if the incident had only involved a smart remark and a little shove, but the drugs were another matter. When the clerk came outside and told her where the boy lived D.J. drove to the boy's house to have a talk with him and his parents. But before she could get anywhere near the front door the kid appeared at the window, and she'd had to dive for cover behind her squad car. |
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"A hell of a way to end my day," D.J. grumbled as the memories faded and reality returned with the sound of another random shot over the roof of her squad car. |
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How was she going to get out of this? From the sound and the look of things, the kid had plenty of ammunition, and he knew what to do with it. As opposed to herself, who would have to make due with the three clips she had for her service weapona .9 mm semiautomatic. She carried two clips in her belt and one in the side arm, plus an extra round in the chamber, which gave her 46 bullets in all. She could hold out for quite a while on that, though she'd rather not have to. Her best bet would be to stay where she was until the gunfire attracted another squad car. She had nowhere to go but home, and nothing waiting for her there be- |
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