The guys spent the remainder of the night moving Deuce out of his apartment, and into Gabe’s, but a couple of hours later Gabe had to check in at the police precinct. The night that was scheduled looked pretty mundane, so he figured he’d be home early. He’d be riding shotgun for a while until it was time to spend a few hours policing the neighborhoods looking for anything that looked suspicious. If he didn’t get caught up in anything, he could call it a night when the other cop showed up. Otherwise it meant paperwork, line-ups, and interrogations that could go on until the wee hours—if he was lucky.
A few days later while Deuce was waiting at home, he fell asleep on the couch. It seemed as if he’d only been there for a few minutes when for some reason he began hearing what sounded like th
