organs softening. "Trooper," Friel said, "You know what I like even less than ten-year-old black boys getting shot by bullshit gang-war crossfire?" Sean knew the answer, but he didn't say anything. "Nineteen-year-old white girls getting murdered in my parks. People don't say 'Oh, the vagaries of economics' then. They don't feel a wistful sense of the tragic. They feel pissed and they want somebody to be led onto the six o'clock in shackles." Friel nudged Sean. "I mean, right?" "Right." "That's what they want, because they're us and that's what we want." Friel grasped Sean's shoulder so he'd look
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