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short while, so—”
“Ho, wait, you
leavin’?” Mac said, taking a step forward and forcing David to take a step
back. He didn’t like being made to take a step back. “You can’t just let this
up an’ slip right now, Officer. We can’t wait on no detectives to show up four
hours from now—”
“Mr. Abernathy,
I understand your concern,” David said mildly. “Believe me, I do. But right
now the quickest way to get some results is for us to put this on the AMBER
Alert system, get the description of the girls and their names out in public,
as well as the two vehicles associated in their abduction.”
Mac’s eyes went
wide in supreme disbelief. “You gonna wait for a snitch around here ?”
“We’ll keep
looking. My partner and I will patrol this area, and for the rest of the night
we’ll be looking for the vehicles you described. In the meantime we’ll put the
descriptions out so that maybe an aware citizen—” He paused when dispatch
called something out over the radio attached to his chest.
“All units in
the vicinity of Madison and Dawnview, please be advised of a 211S in progress—”
David turned the volume down. A 211S was a silent robbery alarm going off.
Madison and Dawnview weren’t anywhere near him. He turned back to Mac and
started to finish his sentence.
“An aware
citizen,” Mac said skeptically. He took a step back, and started stroking his
chin. “Man, I’m tellin’ you, you can’t come at it like that, Officer Emerson.
I mean, no disrespect or nuthin’, sir, but these muthafuckahs was organized an’
shit. They came up on those little girls an’ moved with a purpose. They had
dat shit planned , yo. Ya feel me? An’ that white boy, he probably a
scout or some shit for ’em. You know, scoutin’ out easy victims an’ all that?”
“We’ll put a
description out on him and the truck he was driving,” David tried to assure
him. Mac was breathing heavily now, though, forcing David to touch at his
pepper spray and glance for his partner by reflex. Officer Beatrice Fanney,
her of the round ass and unfortunate last name, had noticed the exchange.
She’d finished placing the cones and called in an update to dispatch, and was
now moving around the other side of the patrol car to back her partner up.
“Call us if you think of anything else that might help us.”
“A fuckin’ AMBER Alert?” Mac went on. “That’s it? Yo, Officers, I read Time magazine
an’ shit, an’ those AMBER Alerts are bullshit! They only ever work in, like, minor abductions, like when kids are taken by a noncustodial parent or another family
member. Kids that get abducted by total fuckin’ strangers never get
found by AMBER.”
David said
nothing to that, because, of course, Mac was absolutely right. While the alerts
were a good idea, and certainly couldn’t hurt, there was very little evidence
to show that they helped. “Mr. Abernathy—”
“Just go, man.”
No more “Officer” now, just “man”. Mac turned back towards his store. “You
nuthin’ but a fake-ass nigga anyway,” he derided. “I guess I’ll wait on the
fuckin’ detectives. If they even fuckin’ show,” he added.
David turned
back to his partner and nodded towards the patrol car. Beatrice got in the
driver’s side and David sat in the passenger’s, removing his hat and running a
hand over his balding scalp. He looked at Dodson’s Store, saw Mac squeezing
his way through the front door with shoulders slumped, defeated. So I’m a
fake-ass nigga, huh? he thought. I guess that’s because blacks
shouldn’t become cops . Who’d keep you, then, Mac? Huh? Who’d even
give a fuck about—ah, fuck it .
After David
finished calling in the descriptions for the AMBER, he and his partner both sat
there for a moment finishing out their notes.
“Gotta hand it
to him,” Beatrice said, cranking up the car and pointing at Mac, who was
“Ho, wait, you
leavin’?” Mac said, taking a step forward and forcing David to take a step
back. He didn’t like being made to take a step back. “You can’t just let this
up an’ slip right now, Officer. We can’t wait on no detectives to show up four
hours from now—”
“Mr. Abernathy,
I understand your concern,” David said mildly. “Believe me, I do. But right
now the quickest way to get some results is for us to put this on the AMBER
Alert system, get the description of the girls and their names out in public,
as well as the two vehicles associated in their abduction.”
Mac’s eyes went
wide in supreme disbelief. “You gonna wait for a snitch around here ?”
“We’ll keep
looking. My partner and I will patrol this area, and for the rest of the night
we’ll be looking for the vehicles you described. In the meantime we’ll put the
descriptions out so that maybe an aware citizen—” He paused when dispatch
called something out over the radio attached to his chest.
“All units in
the vicinity of Madison and Dawnview, please be advised of a 211S in progress—”
David turned the volume down. A 211S was a silent robbery alarm going off.
Madison and Dawnview weren’t anywhere near him. He turned back to Mac and
started to finish his sentence.
“An aware
citizen,” Mac said skeptically. He took a step back, and started stroking his
chin. “Man, I’m tellin’ you, you can’t come at it like that, Officer Emerson.
I mean, no disrespect or nuthin’, sir, but these muthafuckahs was organized an’
shit. They came up on those little girls an’ moved with a purpose. They had
dat shit planned , yo. Ya feel me? An’ that white boy, he probably a
scout or some shit for ’em. You know, scoutin’ out easy victims an’ all that?”
“We’ll put a
description out on him and the truck he was driving,” David tried to assure
him. Mac was breathing heavily now, though, forcing David to touch at his
pepper spray and glance for his partner by reflex. Officer Beatrice Fanney,
her of the round ass and unfortunate last name, had noticed the exchange.
She’d finished placing the cones and called in an update to dispatch, and was
now moving around the other side of the patrol car to back her partner up.
“Call us if you think of anything else that might help us.”
“A fuckin’ AMBER Alert?” Mac went on. “That’s it? Yo, Officers, I read Time magazine
an’ shit, an’ those AMBER Alerts are bullshit! They only ever work in, like, minor abductions, like when kids are taken by a noncustodial parent or another family
member. Kids that get abducted by total fuckin’ strangers never get
found by AMBER.”
David said
nothing to that, because, of course, Mac was absolutely right. While the alerts
were a good idea, and certainly couldn’t hurt, there was very little evidence
to show that they helped. “Mr. Abernathy—”
“Just go, man.”
No more “Officer” now, just “man”. Mac turned back towards his store. “You
nuthin’ but a fake-ass nigga anyway,” he derided. “I guess I’ll wait on the
fuckin’ detectives. If they even fuckin’ show,” he added.
David turned
back to his partner and nodded towards the patrol car. Beatrice got in the
driver’s side and David sat in the passenger’s, removing his hat and running a
hand over his balding scalp. He looked at Dodson’s Store, saw Mac squeezing
his way through the front door with shoulders slumped, defeated. So I’m a
fake-ass nigga, huh? he thought. I guess that’s because blacks
shouldn’t become cops . Who’d keep you, then, Mac? Huh? Who’d even
give a fuck about—ah, fuck it .
After David
finished calling in the descriptions for the AMBER, he and his partner both sat
there for a moment finishing out their notes.
“Gotta hand it
to him,” Beatrice said, cranking up the car and pointing at Mac, who was
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