CHAPTER 18
Trace sits in the front seat of the patrol car, and a steel mesh cage separates him from Lisa and Ryan. He glances back at the two and concludes the cramped vinyl seats hold two lovers, who don’t mind the spartan ride.
“Friends of yours?”
“One is. The other’s my sister.”
“Ahh, you’re okay with that?”
“Yeah, he’s been a friend since high school.”
“How did you get messed up in all this?”
“That’s a long story, but it goes back to my dad. He was no good.”
“Sorry about that.”
Vacantly, Trace stares at the apartment buildings and high-rise structures as they zoom past. On the two-way radio, dispatch announces traffic problems, altercations, and fires. A message from Captain Davis broadcasts, “To all who provided assistance at the Met, well done. The operation was a success be
