Shit Hit the Fan

27 – Shit Hit the Fan

AT THE SAME TIME.

We’re in the 12th District squad room and see uniformed cops and detectives moving all around.

We see a cigarette, half smoked, sitting in an ashtray filled with ashes and butts. And there’s Lew sitting across the desk from Detective Reggie Lawson. Twenty-eight, black, and six years on the force. Two years as a detective.

Lew’s halfway through his story. His notebook’s open on the desk and Beth’s photo sits right in front of the detective.

“First,” Lew...