OFFICER VICICH
Officer Sara Vicich raced toward the McCormicks’ house at high speed. Her police cruiser’s siren split the air with piercing blasts; its emergency blue lights flashed. She’d been on several calls to the same location in the last couple of years, but each time she had either missed the action or been told it was a false alarm. Minutes ago, dispatch had gotten two calls about shots fired. One call had come from the McCormicks’ address, the other from the house next door. They had also received calls from several residents up the street a half-mile away complaining of gunshots or fireworks set off. Vicich hoped it was fireworks.
With one hand on the wheel, she adjusted her Kevlar body armor. One more street to go. Vicich was tense as hell. Her hands were moist as she white-kn
