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It’s not anywhere near as bad as my father has warned. For one thing, one of the two officers is a woman, an attractive young Latina who listens to me seriously, nodding, taking copious notes. For another, the male officer looks like he’s been on the job all of two weeks. I suppose he hasn’t had enough time to be properly indoctrinated into the “brotherhood.” The entire interview takes about thirty minutes. At the end of it, the female officer, Garcia, her badge reads, casually mentions they weren’t able to get a statement from Eric yet, who, to my horror, is somewhere in the same hospital. “Why not?” asks my father. Officer Lawrence, the young male, says, “Because he just got out of surgery.” My father raises his brows. “Surgery?” “Yep. A dislocated kneecap and shattered tibia, a b
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