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door behind you and take a seat." |
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Chris complied. The gray suits never looked at him. All their attention remained on the woman. |
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"What's this all about?" she asked, nodding at the circle of suits. |
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"Sit, Halloran; then I'll explain." |
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She shook her head and leaned back against the door. "I prefer to stand for my execution, thank you." |
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"D.J.," the captain said, the name ripe with warning. |
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A flash of recognition shot through Chris. D.J. Halloran. Officer Halloran. The officer who had shot a fifteen-year-old kid a few hours before. |
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He stared at her with renewed interest. How could she look so together after what had happened? |
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Officer Halloran ignored her captain's warning, and after a moment he sighed, obviously used to her. "You know who they are. You know why they're here." |
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The officer's gaze settled on Chris, reclined in a metal folding chair much too small for his tall frame. She dismissed him for the moment, turning her attention back to the captain. Never once did she acknowledge the suits. |
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"I explained everything on the phone. I had to shoot. I didn't want to. That kid was too young to be playing with guns. I want to get the guy who's turning my town into a pre-gang playground." |
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"Don't we all? But the gang problem's not the issue right now. The kid is the issue. He's in surgery right now. His parents are freaking out." |
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