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think a nine millimeter or .38 would have done anything but irritate him? The initial report says he had enough speedball in him to drop a rhino; he probably didn’t even feel the .30 hit him.”
    Christian Frost ran a hand through his thick white hair and visibly made himself relax. “You’re almost certainly right, Ray, but I’m really getting heat for you carrying that thing and your shoot first methods. Your apprehension rate is through the roof, but your arrest rate is almost non-existent. Criminals are supposed to be brought in for a fair trial not shot on sight. You aren’t judge, jury and executioner. You’re a cop, dammit. The Captain is furious and it’s my ass he’s chewing on!”
    “There is nothing wrong with shooting as long as the right people get shot. Look, lieutenant, if you want me to stop shooting at the bad guys stop giving me and Rupe all the weirdest cases,” Raven said, leaning forward. “You know what we’re up against. What kind of slime we have to deal with. These aren’t the kind of perps who are going to let us arrest them and even if we do manage to bring them in, they will be back on the street in a few hours. Most of them are connected all the way to the top and if they aren’t they have other means.”
    “I can’t take you off those cases and you know it. Everyone else who gets a weird one ends up in Mercy General, or worse. What do you want me to tell IA?” Frost asked.
    Raven shrugged. “Just tell them the truth. I went for the good wound and this clown fell, probably because he was higher than a kite. If they want my badge, fine.”
    Frost bobbed his head and made a note on the file. “I’ll give it a shot, but no promises. It would help your case if you didn’t shoot anyone else today.”
    Raven stood and shrugged into her jacket. She tossed her hair over her collar and turned to leave. “I’ll give it a shot, but no promises. This one is already stacking up at the top of my weird shit meter. If IA comes calling, you’ll know where to find me and I’m happy to give Jordan a seven point suppository. Please give Cappy my best between chews.”
    She let the door close behind her and turned toward her desk. The rest of the squad watched her as she crossed the room and she smiled at the three new detectives, Evans, Reed and Sanchez who all looked at her with a mix of awe and terror. She took a seat behind her desk and started flipping through her files, aware of their eyes on her. Levac pushed off his desk and rolled his chair over next to her.
    “There was less yelling than usual, is everything okay?” he asked.
    “Just peachy,” Raven replied. “Infernal Repairs is as happy as always with my work, the Captain wants my Automag and my butt and the rookies are looking at me like I’m Harriett Callahan. Did we hear from Zhu about an ID on our vic?”
    Levac stretched and plucked his notebook from his desk. “He called around the time Chris was pulling some hair out. He identified our vic with dental records and DNA as one Wade Franks from Logan Square. His profile says he’s a high end bouncer for Club Black downtown.”
    Raven whistled. “That’s an expensive part of the city. Did you get an actual address from the DMV or are they insisting on a warrant?”
    “I did a little sweet talking and nabbed the address. I even got us a search warrant for his apartment. Some of us were working while you were in the principal’s office. Franks lives on West Palmer in a four story apartment building where he’s got a loft apartment, very sexy.”
    “Yeah, I bet they shoot porn there. It’s worth a try, let’s go check it out,” Raven said.
    Levac stood and Raven watched as he pushed his chair back in the general direction of his desk. He then emptied his pockets of cheeseburger wrappers and mustard packets.
    “Are you feeling okay, Rupe?” she asked.
    Levac grinned. “We’re going upscale. I need a pocket full of Starbucks and Wendy’s if I am going to impress