THIRTY-TWOThursday morning Trick Delgado and William Washington were assigned to cruising the town, in separate squad cars so as to cover more territory. That was fine with Trick. On his way out he needed to stop by the store to pick up groceries and cat food for his unappreciative mother. It was never easy, being the crap-shoot kid that nature had chosen to be the son of Peggy Delgado. Sometimes he wondered what the god or gods that made those decisions were thinking. And his mother was probably wondering why they chose to have her knocked up by a father who’d abandoned them both shortly after his birth. But they were stuck with each other. He figured they both made the best they could out of a bad situation.
Maybe it was some kind of test.
He was smacked in the face by the smell of cat
