The cape was in the dodge and what followed was
entrapment: cops chasing kids chasing pellets chasing
guns. You know how it used to be said - 'kill 'em all,
let God sort 'em out.' Like a napalm cocktail in a
breakfast nook. I am so sad you were detained.
'Here's the report and there's the reason.' The desk cop
was a nasty bastard too. I watched that mother come
struggling in, and he said 'Lady, you're kid's a real
problem case. I can't let him out yet.' She cried and
sat down. I stood up, 'I'm a reporter for the Herald,'
I said, 'and I'll have your neck.'
They escorted me out, and all I could report is what
happened until then, until that moment when a shot
rang out, and the boy was dead.