CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
Mackenzie parked her car at the end of the block in this dilapidated neighborhood, and pulled up a close-range map of the area on her cell phone before getting out of her car. She knew that her search would consist of a one-block radius along three different streets: Harrison, Colegrove, and Inge.
She knew that Inge Street could be crossed off of her list because the houses along this end of the street were vacant, having been condemned several years ago. She knew this because it was a popular locale for d**g deals and g**g activity. She’d netted her first d**g bust here and had also had to pull her sidearm for the first time in her career just a few streets over.
Colegrove and Harrison streets, though, were fully occupied and managing to hang on in this otherwise det
