TWELVE
A patrol vehicle pulled up outside Edward Gibbs’ building. The officers inside were responding to a 911 call that Dispatch had put through. They didn’t have many details, only that someone might be in distress. The sergeant got out and put on his hat, pulling down the peak so is nestled comfortably on his head. The other man came around and stood by him: a training officer and his rookie.
“Come on kid, let’s check this out … probably nothin’, but just be ready,” the veteran cop said.
They entered through the main doors and looked at the row of post boxes on the wall to find the right apartment.
“There it is 4B. OK kid, let’s go,” the mature cop said gruffly.
They took the stairs to the fourth floor. The building was clean but still needed a little TLC to brighten it up. As they
