Fake It Till You Ace It

t, and cheap floor wax. Telephones rang constantly in t

on room. His hands were cuffed to a heavy meta

ers were hunched forward. He was t

Valerie Vance walked in, carrying a

im and sat down. She opened the folder an

th criminal records are currently in the emergency room with broken b

owly raise

filled with absolute panic. H

ly. "They cornered us. The big guy, Rocco, he pulled a knife. He s

tapping against the table

made sure Valerie saw the marks. "I just... I grabbed a mop. I closed my eyes and I just started swinging it as hard as I cou

d at his thin wrists, his baggy

obbery. Two counts of aggravated assault. Known gang enforcer. And the

d swinging a heavy pipe wildly in a narrow hallway against ove

kid swinging blindly doesn't usually shatter three jaws and a wrist with surgical precision. But... given the knife, and Rocco's extensive, violent record, my captain is ruling this as

against the table, burying his face in his arms. A single, perfec

s from the metal ring. "Come on. Let's get

s. He followed Valerie out of the inter

t the temporary

. His broken wrist was wrapped in a temporary splint. When he s

pitting through the bars. "He's fakin

against the iron bars. "Shut your mouth, Gorski,

, hiding behind Valerie's sho

cell, Iverson's pace slowe

d. Iverson turned his head

the teenager's face. His eyes turned into black voids of pure, terrifying malice, radiating an aura of absolute, un

from the gang member's face. He stumbled backward, away

d, his face instantly morphing

into the chaoti

ing like a queen who had been forced t