Officer Down

Deacon

I didn't bother asking Myla what was wrong the night I found her on top of her roof. I ignored the lines of mascara down her cheeks, her swollen red eyes, and her sweat-soaked clothes, which I felt when I wrapped my arms around her. I knew it wasn't the right time to bring anything up; I could tell by the look she had. But now, it's been a fücking week since that night and I haven't heard a fücking word out of her, which it's starting to make me worry if she's fücking okay. I've been so wrapped up with work lately, I haven't had the time to see her, never mind the time to see my damn son. Commander Luca has us pulling doubles or longer because of all the hell that's breaking loose because of one motherfücking man: Julio fücking Lopez. Since he got released from prison the chaos hasn't stopped. There's been one attack after another with no signs of stopping. There have been car bombings, rapes, armed home invasions, plus a prostitution ring that all come back linked to the same