With trembling fingers, Dan reached down to his friend’s waist. He heard the urgent radio chatter.
“Suspect is on foot, heading east on Mulberry towards Main.”
His heart racing, Dan began running down Mulberry Street.
He spotted the punk, wearing the black sweatshirt witnesses described. His feet pounding the pavement, Dan caught his quarry, pushing him against a fence, his pistol in his hand.
“Hey!” the kid yelled.
“You killed Joe,” Dan growled through gritted teeth. “I’m gonna finish the job he started.”
He put his gun away and reached for the handcuffs he’d taken from Joe’s belt.
“You’re under arrest.”