22 Sep 1982, 2215:
Thad grinned to himself as he followed Peter Eleven leisurely down Centennial. He was two blocks back, but he knew exactly where Eleven was by the line of cars that would not pass a police car driving the speed limit. He only had to glance in the mirror and see that he, too, was leading his own parade.
Let her have two quiet nights to get used to being solo. She doesn’t need to get all up tight, just yet. It’ll come anyway, but let her gain some confidence first. The thought was almost a prayer, as close to praying as he let himself go. I worry about all the rookies, but why am I so particular about this one?
Thad heard the double clicks on the radio and then saw a Traffic unit coming north. He turned quickly at the next intersection and then down an alley. No need fo
