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“Peter Seven and Eight, Four-Fifteen at El Cazador. Knives involved and one down. Received the call from the hospital.”
Thad picked up the microphone as Peter Seven and Eight responded to the fight call. “That’s Railroad and Fourth Street.”
Farrell nodded as she turned left at the intersection. Thad responded to the dispatcher. He nodded approval as Farrell turned on the emergency lights and switched the siren to the horn ring. Good. She’s picking the quickest route. She’s not even putting the siren on automatic—I’m surprised.
“The Cazador is a bad place. We’ll go in with batons in hand. Try to stay to my left and watch three-sixty.” Farrell nodded, keeping her attention on her driving. Her jaw was clenched. Other than that Thad could not see any outward signs of anx
