Six months ago a real Gangster died in Evanston and took eight cops with him. For us cops, these last six months have been a living hell. I am a detective, an old guy just counting down the days until retirement. I know it’s bad when even I realize the cliché of it, but the least you can do is shut up and have some respect while I tell you how the massacre really started.
Last week I left my modest home in Norwood for an assignment in an English Woods project. An eight year old girl was reported to have been gunned down in cold blood that morning, but after twenty five years on the force I found it hard to feel anything for her. I am n