“Central to Tango-Sierra-Seven-Four, dispatch to 421 Roselawn, code two.”
“Tango-Sierra-Seven-Four, copy.”
Antoine clipped the mic back on the dash. “Call it. Heads, it’s a shooting. Tails, it’s a wreck.”
Calvin just stared. “I hope I retire before I’m that jaded.” He pulled out into traffic. “Tails.”
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