By Brad Rose
With its windows rolled down, a lowrider passed, Sympathy for the Devil, belting out its introduction to Satan. Ramon turned to me, said, “Did you hear Vito was charged with unlawful flight to avoid prosecution?”
I said, “We used to be partners, but we were never really close.”
“For only one dead cop, they’re offering a lot of reward money. Do you think it’s because they found the body handcuffed with its own handcuffs?”
“Good times pass so quickly,” I smiled.
“Of course, a cop never knows what he’s walking into. Say, is that an electric fence around your place?”
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