“What’s going on?” he finally said. “Why isn’t he breathing?” A woman’s voice came through the cruiser’s radio. “Unit 237, come in.” Without taking his eyes (or the gun) off Derrick, Hoffman picked up the radio. “Unit 237 here,” he said. “Status update on surveillance duty, please.” “Still all quiet on the western front, Rhonda. Will keep you posted if anything changes.”
