Officer Down

The city moves all the time, but it does have its moments of quiet. ​ In the dead hours before dawn, the streets are a patchwork of shadows and flickering lights, a stage set for secrets and sins. The rain falls in a steady rhythm, washing away the surface grime but leaving the deeper stains untouched. Somewhere in the industrial fringe, a black SUV sits in a back lot, its driver slumped over the ...