12/11/2023
Good Cop
bad cop
written and directed by
Sa'id Salaam
Other titles by Sa'id Salaam
We Run New York 1-6 (includes Trouble 1&2)
The Ladies of D-block 1-4
The Gentlemen of D-block 1-3
Dope Boy
Return of the Dope Boy
Dope Girl 1-5
Rotten Apples 1-3
Rotten Lil Peaches 1-4
Rotten Oranges 1-3
Jack and Ill
Justice 1-3
Chronicle's of a Ju**ie (The Champ)
Yolo 1-6
Killa 1-3 (Chronicles of a killer, Killa season, Killa season 2)
Pretty Thugs 1-5
Ra and Dre 1-5
The Last 48
Young Pimpin 1 & 2
Family Drama 1-4
Salty Chicks & Sweet Licks 1&2
Bad Cop 1-3
We Run Atlanta
Reverend Cash
The Preacher's wife
Love and Hip Hop (Rappers D-lite)
A Real Ride of Die Love story (featuring Tisha Andrews)
Malice and Murder 1-2
Dawgs 1-3
The Dark Prince 1-2
To Love and Die in Atlanta 1-4
Lil Miss Molly
Luv in the Club 1-3
The Shahadah
Super Kids
Love, Lies and Lace fronts
The Real Hood rats of Atlanta
Chronicles of a ju**ie (The White Girl)
What The Qur'an say about...
Dolla & Dyme
cover art: Sa'id Salaam
proofread by: Jacqueline O. Allen
Dedicated to my grandson Ramel Jennings. This is proof that you can do anything, everything!
Chapter 1
"Aren't you proud of your father Raphael?" Shaniya Roberts beamed as she drove her son to City Hall. Her husband, who was also his namesake father, was receiving yet another award for outstanding work in his chosen career field. Raphael Roberts, Sr., wasn't just a cop, he was the best cop in the division. A good cop, if not super.
"Yes!" he exclaimed proudly. He was excited and proud but hoped the ceremony didn't last too long since he had plans for the night. At least for as long as his ten PM curfew, that is since the sixteen-year-old still had school in the morning.
"I hope you know you can be anything you want to be when you grow up," she sighed.
"I'm going to be a police officer, just like him!" he declared instantly. He missed his mother cringing at how it sounded but he already looked like his handsome father.
A weighty sigh escaped her face since the burden of keeping appearances could sometimes weigh heavily upon her head. In fact, it was downright exhausting at times. For now, she justified the remark in her own mind by limiting it to his public persona. Not the man behind the mask of righteousness.
While the city of New York looked to her husband as a hero, responsible for keeping the streets clean, she knew the man behind the mask. Yeah, he was a good cop but that didn't make him a good husband.
What she wouldn't do would be to complain. For one, she would sound ungrateful to the man who provided her with the large house on Long Island. The brand-new minivan is upgraded every two years. Clothes, money in the bank and respectability. A far cry from her humble beginnings in a small town south of Atlanta Georgia.
Their son viewed his father in the same light as the rest of the city. He was Superman to their Gotham. The two looked like twins, separated by the twenty-five-year age difference. Not quite since the former looked at least ten years younger than his forty-one years on the planet. While his son had nearly matched his six-foot, two-inch height but at sixteen had a baby face to go along with his naive shyness his sheltered life instilled.
Raphael was actually every bit a nerd since he spent more time in books and online than in person. He was diagnosed as borderline autistic at one point but grew out of it. Now he was a shy, naive teen slowly coming out of his shell. His only friend was a popular sports star who lived a few blocks up. Ross Payne definitely benefited from the lopsided friendship since Raphael was the only reason, he kept the grades required to keep him on the team. He had scholarship offers to big schools and would be on his own since he couldn't take him with him.
"Here we are," Mrs. Roberts announced when they pulled into the parking lot. They headed inside to watch Officer Roberts collect more accolades.
Raphael beamed proudly as the mayor pinned yet another medal on his father’s neck. This one was for saving the life of a Puerto Rican child. Being in the right place at precisely the right time allowed him to apply the Heimlich and dislodge a chicken bone from his throat. Luckily, he happened to be in the right place at the right time and was able to save a life.
The good public relations were a nice distraction from all the bad press the department had been receiving lately. Well-deserved in a city where the lines between cops and robbers were blurred to oblivion.
There were protests going on at the moment for, yet another unarmed black man shot down by a white cop. Good thing their token super cop was there to save the day. As a result, another medal was added to his illustrious resume with the city.
Mrs. Roberts was impressed but couldn't take her eyes off the kid's b***y mother who didn't take her eyes off her husband. It was more than an adjuration for patting his back until he coughed up the bone. No, she was looking at him the same way she once did. Back when she was in love with the man. She had come to accept her loveless marriage since it sure beat being loveless and alone. Or loveless and struggling or working. She was content with being Queen of her castle even if the king was absent.
Plus, every now and then, he might roll over into her in the middle of the night and give her the business. The dick may have been scarce, but it was damn good. Long, thick and hard as those city streets he worked on. He was a good cop but also a mean dick slinger when he slung it. He just didn't sling it much at home anymore. Something or someone had stolen his attention and time along with some of her loving.
They both beamed when Officer Raphael Roberts was announced and adorned with the newest medal to his collection. Shaniya missed most of the narrative once she followed his eyes over to the Puerto Rican woman smiling back at him.
Shaniya's head nodded since she knew that smile. She was so busy watching her that she didn't realize the ceremony had come to an end until her husband was by her side hugging their son. She smiled and played along even though she hadn't heard a word of what he just said.
"That's great! Congratulations honey. We should stop and get some ice cream!" she offered. The looks on both faces spoke before he did.
"You didn't hear a word I just said huh?" He laughed lightheartedly even though he could be quite crass at times. They weren't at home though, so he put on his public persona complete with a smile.
"He said he has some paperwork to finish up," young Raphael quickly offered in both their defense. He wanted to visit his only friend before curfew and would much rather spend time with Ross than eat ice cream with his parents.
"Oh, ok," Shaniya nodded along as if she should have known. She knew most of his excuses by now, but they all came to the same result. He is not coming home, and she is sleeping alone. She tuned the rest of whatever he was saying out as she tried to recall if she had good batteries in her rose. She nodded along with her decision to just get a fresh set.
"See you guys..." Raphael Sr. said but left off when since he didn't know. He bought the house on Long Island to keep his family from the city even if he spent most nights there.
Shaniya watched him walk away and saw the same Puerto Rican woman catch up with him in the hallway. They headed back up to the Bronx to finish the evening that got interrupted by their son choking on the chicken bone.
*****
"Are you ok mom?" Raphael asked when he noticed the change in his mother's demeanor as she drove. He could be very perceptive of feelings and emotions even if they weren't spoken. She had been relaxed but now seemed downright determined after the quick stop at the pharmacy.
"Who?" Shaniya asked and quickly caught up with the fallacy of her question since they were alone in the car. Her mind was preoccupied with the plans she had for the evening. She could already hear the hum of the device buzzing in her mind. She had plans for a stiff drink followed by a good nut but couldn't tell him that. "Oh, yeah. Everything is fine. Are you going to Ross's? "I guess..." he sighed and twisted his lips for the few remaining minutes before his curfew.
"Why don't you stay out an extra hour tonight!" she cheered. The offer was more for her than him since the rose would have her howling like a wolf under a full moon.
"Sure!" He cheered too and took off up the block to his only friend's house.
Ross's parents were a little liberal and a lot p**s poor since he was allowed to do whatever, whenever. He was the number one basketball prospect in the state and received many scholarship offers in baseball, football and track. They invested in their own future by letting him have his way now before the millions started flowing in. They invested in their future with their present dignity since he ran the show just like he ran the court, field and track.
The teachers and coaches all catered to him too for the same reason. They augmented his low IQ with a volley of student tutors until he impregnated a couple of them. They hired a middle-aged woman, but he fu**ed her too. It wasn't until Raphael started helping him that he was able to pass classes and stay on the teams. As a result, Raphael too was an honorary player on each squad. That freed Ross to party like a rock star. He drank, smoked, snorted and popped whatever he could get his hands on. As long as he showed up and showed out at game time no one said anything. Even his father gave up his basement man cave and let Ross use it as his own apartment.
Raphael ran a little faster when he saw the Honda parked behind Ross's new Benz. Yet another investor from a local dealership for when he got his multimillion-dollar deals. But the Honda belonged to a girl named Savannah and Raphael had a crush on her since fifth grade. Even if she didn't notice him until he became best friends with the best player on every team, in every sport. Her best friend was a girl named Linda who happened to be Ross's flavor of the month. Some months last longer than thirty days though since she had p***y whipped the star into submission. Had him in a headlock with her va**na.
"Come in!" Ross called from the sofa. He looked up and smiled when his ticket to college walked in the door. "Sup bro."
"Sup," Raphael greeted back and nodded just like Ross did. He did most things like Ross did since they were much cooler than his own nerdy way of doing things.
"Hey!" Linda and Savannah cooed from each side of the future star. Except Linda was snuggled up close to his side. She was investing in him too since she poked pin holes in the whole box of condoms, she brought with her.
"Well, excuse us..." Ross laughed and escorted her to his bedroom adjacent to the sitting area. Seconds later sounds of s*x wafted back to the sofa.
"So..." Savannah invited. She had no intentions of losing her virginity any time soon but wouldn't mind making out. Especially after Raphael packed pounds of muscle onto his six-foot frame.
"I um, read a new, um..." Raphael began until a squeal from Linda made him forget his own name. It was quickly followed by squashing and squelching of her juice box. His dick got so hard, so fast he went blind for a split second. The couple on the sofa got quiet as the couple in bed got louder.
"F**k!" Ross grimaced when the good, young p***y got better and wetter in an instant. It felt twenty degrees hotter when the pinholes gave way, and he was in that p***y raw. His stroke increased which only increased her moans. He groaned again when he let one go. "F**k!"
"Wow!" Savannah had to admit since she was affected by the fu***ng as well. They both sat there in silence, throbbing below the belt.
"I gotta go," Raphael abruptly announced when he looked at the clock. His extra hour seemed to tick away in seconds in the minutes they listened to the couple copulate.
"Already?" Savannah purred and pouted. There was an awkward moment when both of their eyes dropped to the bulge in his pants. His dick had been hard before but never this hard. She reeled when it throbbed through the denim, and he took off out the door.
The embarrassment partially propelled him, but he also didn't want to be late. He was a good kid and never broke any of his parents' rules. Which is why he never got yelled at or spanked in his life. Not that his parents would since he was absent, and she was too soft. Either way, it wouldn't be tonight since he made it a few seconds before the clock struck eleven. A few seconds later he was knocking at his mother's door to announce his presence.
"F**k!" Shaniya groaned over the hum of the rose when she was rudely interrupted. "Yes!"
"I'm home!" he declared through the door as if there were a prize to claim.
"Ok!" she shouted back and tried to catch up to where she left off. Luckily for her, that rose plays no games and polished her off before he made it back to his room. It was school night, so he ducked under the shower to get ready for bed.
"Whew," Raphael sighed when he realized his raging er****on had subsided and went soft. The plan was to get in and get out until the sounds of s*x replayed in his head. The memory of Linda's hisses had his dick rock hard once again.
He thought maybe if he washed it, it would go down, but the touch of the hot, soapy washcloth made his knees buckle. He amazed even himself when he began stroking himself from base to tip. He was even more amazed when electric currents began to tingle throughout his being. He had never even had a wet dream before, so this was uncharted territory.
"F**k!" he exclaimed as the sensation reached a crescendo before exploding from the tip of his dick. His knees buckled once more as he tried to process what had just happened. Learning about it in s*x ed was one thing, feeling it was quite another. Before he knew it, it was happening again. He went for seconds while his mother was on number four. It was fitting since Officer Roberts was inside the Puerto Rican woman going for thirds.
Raphael retired for the best night's sleep since his mother started him on cereal bottles back in the day. His eyes were closed but open at the same time. He had bitten the apple and there was no going back now.
Chapter 2
"Whew!" Raphael Sr. grunted and grinded along with his early morning nut. No matter how good the p***y is at night or during the day it's always better and wetter first thing in the morning.
"I know, right!" Ola sang in agreement. Generally cosigning a compliment is kind of weird. Like, liking your own post on social media, but not when it comes to va**na. It's ok to celebrate having some good va**na. Plus, she could cook too so she offered some breakfast before he left. "You want something to eat?"
"I ate plenty last night," he reminded with a snicker. Truth be told he loved Spanish p***y but not Spanish food.
"Well get some donuts then officer," she quipped and wrapped her curves under her robe. She had a son who liked her cooking, so she headed into the kitchen to fix him some before he departed to school.
Raphael stepped into the bathroom to shower the s*x off so he could start his day as well. His sergeant hinted at something special today, so he was looking forward to it. He admired himself in his uniform today as he had every day since he received it twenty years ago.
The vision puffed his chest proudly since he looked like a cop. Even though he knew he wasn't the best husband, father or person, he prided himself on being a good cop. Growing up in the mean streets of New York showed him the worst in humanity. He was determined to make a difference. An uphill battle if ever there was one since most of, the majority of and high percentage of his comrades were corrupt as f**k.
Raphael Sr. would skimp on everything else but not being a cop. Not in a crime ridden city that claimed both parents and two siblings. He would be the difference that made a difference. Which was why he was still a beat cop twenty years later. He had trained all of his now commanding officers when they came through the ranks. The real work was to be done on the streets. Taking guns and dangerous drugs out of society.
"Good morning papi," young Ralphie cheered up at his father when he emerged.
"Morning son," he replied since the DNA test didn't deny the fact. How he was actually shocked to find out he was the real mystery since he had been fu***ng Ola since she was in high school. It was the least he could do after arresting her father with enough he**in to make him a memory.
"Be safe," Ola offered since she had given everything else, she had to offer.
"They need to be safe from me!" he shot back since the bad guys had something to fear. If he had a dollar for every time he repeated Alonzo's line from Training Day in the mirror, he would have a lot of dollars. "King Kong ain't got nothing on me!"
"Five-O!" a small child called out as soon as Raphael stepped from the apartment. The call was echoed by the building's acoustics as well as the inhabitants of the building. One might think the super cop would relax a little in his mistress' building and would go directly to jail because he didn't. If he saw anything illegal, he would take you to work with him and book you.
He was by the book which earned more scorn than adorn.
"Mmhm, I smell it..." Officer Roberts teased as he inhaled, and people scattered. His trained sense of smell detected menthol, Marlboro, w**d and the fact that someone was lacing their w**d with co***ne. He knew how that ended and announced, "Just a matter of time..."
"Mph!" a pretty, young little Jamaican girl huffed and lifted her chin as he passed her on the stairs.
"Your daddy shouldn't have been selling g***a on my sidewalk," he shrugged and kept on going. He turned and peer under the short skirt she had on. The luscious ass cheeks hanging out her little panties shook his head. He mumbled to himself as he continued down the stairs, "F**k around and put one in you..."
"P**a cop. Good morning. Sup B," came the mixed replies as he stepped out onto the sidewalk.
He lifted his chin in response and watched for criminal activity for a moment before moving on. The precinct was close which was why he spent as many nights here as on the island with his family. The police scanner entertained him as he drove the few blocks over and parked.
"Good morning, Roberts. Psh. Tuh," came more mixed greetings as he entered his place of business. The few good cops along with the mediocre cops all liked him. It was the bad cops who hated his guts. They wished death upon him every time news of a shot cop hit the radio. He was lucky none of them had already put him down.
"Mmhm," he replied as his keen sense of smell analyzed his coworkers too. Lots of cops were alcoholics and or drug addicts and he would report them too. He rushed into the briefing room to get the best seat as well as the first selection of donuts. Plus fill his thermos with coffee courtesy of New York City.
"Good morning!" a fresh faced, white rookie greeted way too enthusiastically for Raphael.
"Won't know how good it is until we're briefed!" he shot back to shut her down. She looked slightly dejected but had no idea it was because he liked to be the first one in the briefing room. And she took his favorite apple before he could get to it.
"Got it! “She eagerly accepted like she was taking notes.
Raphael rushed to his seat, front and center before she got that too. She planned to sit there but would have to settle for the seat next to him. He had his pen and pad ready to take notes by the time the room filled up. His first note was that the duty sergeant was two minutes late when he walked in.
"Good morning!" Sergeant Hall greeted coming through the door. The din of gossip dimmed by the time he reached the podium. Some of the day shift cops replied while others mumbled profanities under their breath. "Let's get started shall we..."
"Hmp," Raphael grunted to himself since he had trained the man who was now over him in rank. He jotted down the names of the most wanted and memorized faces to be on the lookout for. A good number of them would be off the street before his shift ended. Partly because he wouldn't end his shift until they were. Which was partly why he didn't have a partner until now since the sarge did have a surprise in store.
"Last but not least, let's welcome officer Clarice Brisby. Fresh out of the academy..." Sergeant Hall announced as the new face next to Raphael stood. He stole a glance at her ass since it was eye level and nodded in approval. It's not easy to fill out those uniform pants but she had a nice round rump in them.
"Hey guys! I'm here to help! In any way I can!" she cheerfully greeted around the room. All she got was a round of murmurs and nods since no one wanted any new friends. Most partners had something going on and didn't want to break up.
"So, uh..." Raphael began as he looked around the room for an empty desk. Most partners sat together, and they were all sitting together now. Everyone was accounted for so he wondered who the rookie would be riding with.
"That's all. Be safe guys!" The sergeant closed to address Roberts' question individually. The room quickly cleared leaving the three behind.
"No! I don't have time to train some goofball fresh out of the academy!" Raphael insisted as if the woman wasn't standing there.
"Told you I had a surprise for you," Hall laughed. "Captain wants her trained right. If you don't like it, talk to him..."
Everything after the word captain bounced off his back since he had already turned away. He marched off towards the captain’s office while Brisby looked at the sergeant confused. He just shrugged and left her alone since he knew what was coming.
"Come in, why don't you!" Captain Barnes quipped sarcastically since Raphael barged in without knocking. A liberty he felt entitled to since he was the main reason the man made it through the academy. The two had entered together and Raphael practically carried the man on his back to get him through. His family connections meant he had no problem ascending the ranks once he got his badge.
"Sarge said you assigned a rookie to me?" he asked since it was incredulous to him. He was a one-man band, and the man knew it. Plus, the results spoke for themselves since he made more collars in one shift than most partners made in a week.
"Yes, and it's written in stone! It's over my head so don't waste your breath with me!" he shot back. There was a brief silence for the words to soak in, but Raphael knew the department politics as well as anyone. Which is why he avoided them and stayed on the streets.
"If she slows me down, I'm putting her ass out the vehicle!" Raphael barked and spun on his heels. He had just reached the door when another thought spun him back around.
"Uh-oh," Captain Barnes laughed since he had a clue what was coming.
"Brisby. Where do I know that name?" Raphael asked and furrowed his brow to help him think. The look on his supervisor's face said whatever it was, was something before he opened his mouth to explain.
"Well, there was a situation at the academy," he offered to see if that jogged his memory. Cops gossiped more than most beauty salons and barbershops put together. This was one cop who didn’t gossip so he continued. "Seems she made rounds through the class, servicing her classmates."
"The one they ran high speed trains on?" Raphael remarked since that much he had heard.
"More like pep blow jobs. To keep morale up," the captain laughed and shook his head. "She sucked one c**k and the word spread."
"And so how is she still on the force?" he wondered.
"The name Brisby. Same as our illustrious deputy mayor. Melvin Brisby," he reminded.
"And you stick her with me," Raphael strained to understand.
"To keep her safe," he shot back. "Again, the deputy mayor is her uncle. "If she's naive enough to be talked into sucking c**ks in closets, can you imagine what she could get into with the wrong partner!"
Raphael hit him with a dose of silence since it would make his point quicker than actually speaking. He knew the captain knew how much corruption was in the rank and file. Instead of addressing it directly, he would rather saddle him with the rookie. Plus, he knew the answer to his question. The wrong partner would get her laid in a casket.
"Listen..." Captain Barnes sighed since the point was made. "The deputy mayor is moving up. That means everyone under him is moving up. Do this for me and you will move up as well."
"Narcotics?" Raphael dared since he had been repeatedly denied for the one assignment he had been after. He took more drugs off the streets in uniform than most of the current narcotic squad combined. Which was exactly why the squad leader didn't want him.
"Keep her alive and well and you got it!" He shot back and sealed the deal with a handshake.
"High speed trains..." Raphael muttered to himself on the way out of the office. He marched back down to the briefing room and found her just where he left her. "Hi, I'm..." she smiled and extended her hand but got left hanging. “Whatever, come on..." he sighed and led the way out to the garage.
"A supervisor vehicle?" the rookie asked when they arrived at one of the fleet’s SUVs. They were generally reserved for sergeants and above, but officer Roberts was assigned one for himself. He was told it was because he made so many collars, but the truth was his coworkers needed to see him coming so they could get right before he got there.
"Yeah," he grunted smugly but only because he didn't know the real reason behind the upgrade. Beat cops liked to skim theirs off the top before a supervisor got to a scene but Raphael was able to ease up undetected when he was in a regular squad car. Which meant having to turn in all money and drugs or get reported. "Buckle up, it's going to be a busy day!"
Chapter 3
"I think we should address the elephant in the room..." Officer Brisby announced as they pulled out of the garage.
"No elephant, nothing to address," Raphael shot back. He didn't make excuses, so he wasn't very interested in hearing any. He figured that once something is done it's done so why would the why matter after the fact.
"The high speed trains?" she insisted and got his full attention. "Not completely true. I didn't have s*x with anyone!"
"Good. Great. Now that that's out of the way we..." he cut in to move on to the next subject.
"The training lieutenant saw I was struggling and offered some help. He gave me the extra help I needed but I guess it wasn't from the kindness of his heart. Then he told me he needed my help. How I could boost morale around the academy," she pressed on.
"Lieutenant Mathews?" Raphael asked and strained his face. The story of the seasoned vet taking advantage of the eager girl p**sed him off. She was obviously eager to please which made her easy prey. Once he got what he wanted he passed her around the class. Someone recorded it and it went viral through the ranks.
"Yes!" she spat like she wanted to spit since the man's name left a bad taste in her mouth. Literally too since he ate tons of garlic and onions on a daily basis.
"Well, that's behind you now!" he cut in once again. She seemed relieved to get it off her b***y chest, so he moved on. "Now, are you ready to learn how to be a good cop?"
"Yes!" Brisby cheered with the same enthusiasm that got her classmates in her mouth. Luckily all he wanted to do was put bad guys behind bars.
"But first, breakfast!" he declared and whipped to a stop in front of a bodega. A few bad guys were out front but quickly scattered when they saw the police SUV pull up.
"I'll just get a coffee. Tryna watch my weight," she said as they headed into the store. The remark drew his eyes down to the round bottom in the police pants and shook his head. Fraternization was against one of the rules and this was one cop who wouldn't break any of the rules. Not on the job anyway since he broke most of the rules of being a husband and father.
"Ma salaam!" the Arab clerk cheered from behind the counter when he saw the cop walk in. He was slightly shocked to see he brought someone along with him since he came alone when he came daily. He moved over to the grill since he knew what he liked but now needed to know, "Two?"
"Just one. And a coffee," Raphael replied and stole another glance at her ass as she glanced around the bodega. She grew up in Nassau County where they didn't have bodegas.
"Sure, sure!" He cheered back and commenced to hooking up his patented beef bacon, egg and cheese on a toasted honey bun. Plus, he made it the Akhi way.
"You're really gonna eat that?" Brisby had to wonder as the man made the sandwich that contained more calories than she consumed in a day.
"Of course! Perfectly healthy!" he replied and explained as the clerk assembled and wrapped the meal. "Got my carbs, fats, protein..."
"Here you go. On the house!" the clerk declared as he pushed the sandwich and coffee across the counter without ringing it up.
"Now you know we don't do that!" Raphael explained and placed a ten-dollar bill on the counter. They did this daily, but he refused to take anything for free.
"Thanks!" Brisby thanked him for the coffee and tacit lesson. Had he taken the free meal he would have taught her that it was ok to take goods and services from the citizens they were there to protect.
"No problem. You can get the next one," he replied even though the next one would never come since he would never accept it. "Now, let's go give the taxpayers their money's worth!"
"Let's!" she shot back and sipped her coffee. It tasted like ass and he knew it but she never let on.
"What do you see..." he asked as they cruised a busy city block. Brisby squinted to make sense of what she was seeing beyond the hustle and bustle that is New York City. He could have explained it but wanted to see if she could see for herself.
"I mean, I don't..." she moaned in defeat just as it started to come to her. She had noticed a disheveled woman walking briskly as if the world were ending at any moment. She dipped into a building and looked like whatever crisis had been averted when she was inside. There was more pep in her step as she came back the same way she came. That made the rookie focus on the particular building, and it didn't take long to notice the many visitors only visited for a few seconds. Most had the same look of urgency on their faces but looked placated when they came back out. But with even more urgency than before.
"Drugs?" she asked and earned her first points with her new partner.
"What kind?" He asked for extra credit. She leaned forward slightly and squinted to analyze the users. The only drugs she was familiar with, out in Nassau County, were the various pills the kids used to pop.
"Crack?" she guessed since her father used to call all Black people crackheads. "No, crack doesn't bloat the hands like that," he explained as a man lifted a hand the size of a catcher's mitt to scratch his head.
"Teach me!" she pleaded and earned another point. Most people pretend to know instead of asking, but she was smart enough to ask. He may have used his pen and pad to notate information, but she did the same with a nod of her head. By the time he finished she knew more than the rest of her rookie class about he**in users. Now it was time to make some arrests.
"Grab that one..." he said after careful selection. He knew most of the ju**ies and knew which ones would run and which ones would fight. "Her?" she asked as she reached for the door handle. "Her," he agreed and pointed at one who would run and fight. Today was training day and it was not going to be easy. He intended to prove to himself, her as well as the upper brass whether or not she had what it took to be a New York City police officer.
"Five-O!" one person shouted and everyone else reacted. The people froze like a sprinter in the starting blocks, waiting to see who the cops were after this time.
"You! Freeze!" Brisby shouted with the newfound authoritative voice taught in the academy.
"Me?" Dorinda asked and pointed at herself, while looking around to see who else she could be talking to. She clutched the dope she just copped just in case she was talking to her.
"Yes, you!" the rookie assured her and went for her cuffs. Brisby may not have heard the starter's pistol that started the race but sure saw the results.
"Gotta get closer before you show your hand," Raphael laughed as the woman took off. It was the lesson he planned to give when she returned empty handed but to his surprise she took off after the woman. "Good luck with that!"
Except the former all state champion track star didn't need luck. Dorinda took off up the block and hurdled a baby stroller in full stride. Brisby was right behind her and gained a step after clearing the stroller. Raphael knew she would run her around back and lose her in the
