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April 7, 2019
Blue Island, Illinois
A gunshot rang out. Everyone in the lead state patrol car was startled. A second shot. The officer driving slammed on the brakes. The state highway patrol car skidded on the damp pavement and came to a halt in front of an old factory, its windows blown out and its faded red brick crumbling.
Through the patrol car’s rain-spotted front windshield Ramsey and Grange watched a teenage black male stumble in front of an abandoned van and fall to his knees. The driver flipped on the cruiser’s lights. “Welcome to Blue Island, murder capitol of Illinois, gentlemen,” the driver said drily.
“Aren’t you going to help him?” asked Ramsey.
“Not our jurisdiction. Besides it’s a prime place for an ambush.” The driver scanned the surrounding buildings warily. He k
