Private EyefulChapter 7
Criminals with badges. That's what my dad used to call crooked cops. Yeah, he was one, for years. It ate him alive. No, he wasn't crooked. He was a clean cop. In a dirty department, that's a dangerous thing to be. I look down at Sheila. She's African-American, with her hair in closely woven braids. She'd be a pretty girl, if it weren't for the fact she just got gang-raped and is hysterical about it. Yeah, she got pulled over by one of our City's finest, a mook by the name of Ronnie...