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Authors: Lisa Gardner
both decked out in urban chic, hair in braids, oversize diamond studs winking from their ears. I didn’t turn but pegged them as worth keeping on radar. Girls are more unpredictable than boys, thus more dangerous. Males posture; females have a tendency to get straight in your face, then when you don’t back down, start slashing away with concealed knives.
    I wasn’t too worried about the girls, though; they were the known unknowns. It’s the unknown unknowns that can knock you on your ass.
    The Ruggles Street stop arrived without incident. Doors opened, I departed. No one spared me a second glance.
    I hefted my bag over my shoulder and headed for the stairs.
    I’d never been to the new police headquarters in Roxbury. I’d only heard the stories of midnight shootings in the parking lot, of people being mugged outside the front doors. Apparently, the new location had been some political bid to gentrify Roxbury, or at least make it safer at night. From what I’d read online, it didn’t seem to be working.
    I kept my bag tucked tight to my side and walked on the balls of my feet, ready for any sudden movement. The Ruggles Street station was large, crowded, and dank. I wove my way swiftly through the mass of humanity. Appear purposeful and focused. Just because you’re lost is no reason to look that way.
    Outside the station, down a steep flight of stairs, I spotted the towering radio antennae to my right and took the hint. Just as I headed down the sidewalk, however, a sneering voice yelled from behind me, “Looking good, Taco! Wanna try a burrito with real meat?”
    I turned, spotted a trio of African American boys, and flipped them off. They just laughed. The leader, who looked about thirteen, grabbed his crotch. Now it was my turn to laugh.
    That took some of the thunder out of them. I twisted back around and headed up the street, footsteps calm and even. I clenched my hands into fists so they wouldn’t tremble.
    BPD headquarters was hard to miss. For one thing, it was a vast, glass-and-metal structure plopped down in the middle of crumbling brown housing projects. For another, concrete barricades were positioned all around the front entrance, as if the building were actually located in downtown Baghdad. Homeland security, brought to every government building near you.
    My footsteps faltered for the first time. Since I’d decided what I was going to do last night, I hadn’t allowed myself to think about it. I’d planned. I’d acted. Now here I was.
    I put my bag down. Drew out a corduroy blazer the color of milk chocolate and put it on, the best I could do to dress myself up. Not that it mattered. I had no proof. The detectives would simply believe me or not.
    Inside, there was a line in front of the metal detector. The officer in charge demanded to see my driver’s license. He inspected my oversize bag. Then he looked me up and down in a manner that was supposed to inspire me to say, Yes, I’m secretly smuggling guns/bombs/drugs into police headquarters. I had nothing to say, so he let me through.
    At the front desk, I drew out the newspaper article, checking once more for the detective’s name, though in all honesty, I knew it by heart.
    “Is she expecting you?” the uniformed officer asked me with a stern frown. He was a hefty guy with a thick mustache. Immediately, I thought of Dennis Franz.
    “No.”
    Another up-and-down look. “You know, she’s busy these days.”
    “Just tell her Annabelle Granger is here. She’ll want to know that.”
    The officer must not follow the news much. He shrugged, picked up the phone, told someone my message. A few seconds passed. The officer’s look never changed. He merely shrugged again, set down the phone, and told me to wait.
    Other people were in line, so I took my bag and drifted to the middle of the long, vaulted lobby. Someone had erected a special display documenting the history of the police department. I studied each photo, read the captions, walked up and

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