It was shortly after 11 PM when Sergeant Merced got a call on his phone at his post in the Metropolitan Correctional Center. He was pissed off that he got assigned to the night shift, especially a Sunday on Labor Day weekend. His girlfriend made a number of calls to verify that he was actually working. She was certain he was screwing around, and she called people that he couldn’t believe she’d be able to contact. He was going to jump in her s**t when he got off, but for now all he could do was watch Zero Dark Thirty on his portable DVD player for the twentieth time as time dragged on.
“Merced.”
“This is Sergeant Salinas. I’ve got a detail from Police Plaza coming over in about a half hour. They’ve got orders to take the doctors over to New York City Criminal Court on Broadway for the pre
