“You want to have an ear fight with me?” I ask him. “A what?” “Your brah”—I gesture with my head toward Cop Two—“leaves. We lock the door. We put down our weapons. One of us walks out of this room with the other’s ear in his mouth. What do you say?” I lean closer and make a biting motion. “You’re fucking nuts,” Cop One says. “You got no idea.”
