Street Rules

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"Hey, Frank. It's ugly in there."

Lieutenant L.A. Franco didn't like hearing that from a man who'd worked homicide twice as long as she had.

"How ugly?"

"Looks like six so far. Not counting the pit bull. All shot-gunned. Me and Bobby saw what it was and backed out-figured we'd better wait for you."

Wiggling into a pair of latex gloves, Frank cast a cold eye over the excess of responding radio units. There were only three Figueroa cars. The rest were Sheriffs office, Compton PD, and Southeast Division. A Highway Patrol had responded, probably due to the proximity of the overpass. They were all out of their jurisdiction, lookie-loos just hanging out and catching up on gossip.

"Ambo?" she asked her detective. A loose Windsor knot hung below Dan Nukisona's open collar and his suit was wrinkled. No doubt the one he'd changed out of when he'd gotten home.

"Don't need one."

Frank almost told Nook to straighten his tie, thought better of it. Looked like it was going to be a long night.

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