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Stoney
came
close
to
me
and
his
iron
hand
grasped
my
upper
arm
so
tightly
that
it
hurt
.
"
Ethan
,
"
he
said
fiercely
,
"
do
you
think
I
’
m
a
good
cop
?
"
"
The
best
.
"
"
I
aim
to
be
.
I
want
to
be
.
Eth
—
do
you
think
it
’
s
right
to
make
a
man
tell
on
his
friends
to
save
himself
?
"
"
No
,
I
don
’
t
.
"
"
Neither
do
I
.
I
can
’
t
admire
such
a
government
.
What
scares
me
,
Eth
,
is
—
I
won
’
t
be
such
a
good
cop
any
more
because
I
won
’
t
admire
what
I
’
m
doing
.
"
"
Did
they
catch
you
out
,
Chief
?
"
"
It
’
s
like
you
said
.
So
many
laws
you
can
’
t
take
a
deep
breath
without
you
break
one
.
But
Jesus
Christ
!
The
guys
were
my
friends
.
You
won
’
t
leak
,
Ethan
?
"
"
No
I
won
’
t
.
You
forgot
your
TV
dinner
,
Chief
.
"
"
Yeah
!
"
he
said
.
"
I
’
ll
go
home
and
take
off
my
shoes
and
watch
how
those
television
cops
do
it
.
You
know
,
sometimes
an
empty
house
is
a
nice
rest
.
See
you
,
Eth
.
"
I
liked
Stoney
.
I
guess
he
is
a
good
officer
.
I
wonder
where
the
line
falls
.
