The Grace Card Page #3

came in the mail today.

- Can you girls say "blood work"?

- Blood work?

- Oh, no.

- Somebody's got cholesterol issues.

Somebody's gotta give up

the bagels and the donuts

and, sadly,

Mommy's famous lasagna.

Ben said you got

a new partner.

It's temporary.

Just filling in

till he gets transferred out.

Is the promotion

gonna happen?

Not this time around.

Good thing our son is

such a screwup.

I might be worried if I thought

we had to afford a decent college.

What does your little counselor say

about our problem child?

Not much yet.

I do most of the talking.

Terrific. When do I get his bill?

Her, and she's going

to work with us.

She?

Nice, just what I need,

two against one.

Nobody's against you, Mac.

Work with us? Right.

She'll have a program set up

like your wack-job chiropractor

so we can go to her

for five years and talk.

I'm doing all I can

to keep this family under this roof.

Look, I think we need this,

as a family.

I'm stuck at my pay grade

for at least another six months, okay?

I'm up to my eyeballs in bills,

our son is draining me dry

in the most expensive

private school in the state.

Now you wanna take what's left

and spend it yapping

on somebody's couch

about all our problems.

Where does it end, Sara?

So tell me about your family, man.

Wife, teenage son, you know the

drill. He's putting us through it.

Just one, huh? By choice?

Circumstance.

The defendant will rise.

Mr. Rand, the jury has found you

guilty of second-degree murder.

I therefore sentence you

to the maximum:

Ten years in the state penitentiary.

Mac. Mac.

- What?

- The light's green, man.

- Three-two-three.

- Three-two-three.

Domestic disturbance in progress.

Forest Glen Apartments.

These are always fun.

My baby.

- He tried to kill my baby for crying.

- Who did this?

- Who?

- Just for crying.

- Who did this?

- My boyfriend.

I was at work

and I just came home to...

Is he here? Ma'am, is he here?

I don't know,

but he's got a gun.

Sanders, you take charge here.

Owens, call for backup.

Mac, let's go.

Police, open up.

Cover. I got it.

Clear.

Suspect James Robert Bleams,

black male, late 20s,

last seen wearing blue jeans

and a gray tank top.

Suspect is believed to be armed.

Still here.

Raising a baby in this.

Lord have mercy.

Mac.

Mac.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Be cool, partner.

- I ain't your partner, white boy.

Now drop your gun. Right now.

Now get on your knees.

I said, get on your knees,

right now.

Gun's in the other hand now.

How does it feel, boy?

I said, how does it feel?

Police, drop your gun now.

Don't make me shoot you.

- Come on.

- I ain't going back to prison.

I will take him to hell with me.

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