“I told your punk ass to shut the fuck up!”

   He wishes he could see Melo. Get her to tell this cop the truth. But the dude is blocking his view.

   “Now, if you know what’s good for you, you won’t move or speak. Resistance will only land you in deeper shit. Got it?”

   Cigarette breath and flecks of spit hit Justyce’s face as the cop speaks, but Justyce fixes his gaze on the glowing green F of the FarmFresh sign.

       “Look at me when I’m talking to you, boy.” He grabs Justyce’s chin. “I asked you a question.”

   Justyce swallows. Meets the cold blue of Officer Castillo’s eyes. Clears his throat.

   “Yes sir,” he says. “I got it.”