The perp had led us down every back alley and side street in this whore of a City, but he hadn’t lost us yet. I didn’t get to be The City’s Top Cop by letting piece-of-shit purse snatchers get away. He reached a fence and started to climb. I stopped, leveled my gun, and shot him twice in each hand. He fell to the concrete and started bawlin’.
“You’ll have a hard time snatching purses with no hands, perp!” I spat, as I kicked him in the chest. He gasped out the usual baloney about being innocent. I winked at my partner.
“Innocent, huh? Since when do men carry purses?”
“Alright,” he admitted. “You got me, officer.”
“Sure do,” I said. I turned to my partner. “Book ’em, Marcuzi.”