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was crouched low. He planted his knee in Shard’s back, pul ed Shard’s hands behind him and secured his wrists in cuffs like Shard wasn’t struggling like a mother (which he was).
    Then Crowe straightened, jerking Shard up with him.
    Crowe cocked his knee to the back of one of Shard’s, taking Shard down.
    I was lying on my back, staring up, unable to move.
    Roam was lying on his side next to me, up on an elbow.
    We were both (I hate to admit it) in awe.
    I didn’t have to wonder why Crowe was there. He was fol owing me in order to “shut me down”.
    Shit.
    Crowe pul ed a gun out of a holster on his belt and trained it on Shard. “Don’t move,” he said to Shard, his deep voice was scary.
    Then his head turned and even in the shadowed light I knew he was looking at me. I knew it because I felt his eyes burning into me.
    “Get up,” he ordered.
    I did as I was told, frankly too scared to do otherwise (he was holding a gun and he seemed a bit pissed off and he’d made a grown man levitate, even I wasn’t fool enough to spit in the eye of that kind of tiger). Then I turned and helped Roam get up.
    Crowe pul ed a phone out of his back pocket, flipped it opened one handed and hit a button.
    I breathed heavily, staring at him.
    “You… are… the… man ,” Roam whispered. He was staring at Crowe too, eyes wide with wonder.
    “Jack? I got a pick up,” Crowe said into the phone.
    “Speer bike path, South side, close to Broadway,” he hesitated, listening, then went on briefly. “Yeah. Out.” Then he flipped the phone shut and looked at me again.
    “You wanna tel me what the fuck’s goin’ on?” he asked me, his voice stil pissed off.
    I didn’t, real y, so I didn’t say anything.
    “How’d you do that?” Roam asked, cutting into Crowe’s short, one-sided conversation with me.
    I looked at Roam. He was stil staring at Crowe like he was a god among men. Then I remembered to be angry at him and turned to face him.
    “What did you think you were doing?” I shouted.
    Roam’s eyes came to me. “Law –”
    “Don’t ‘Law’ me. I should knock some sense into you.
    You could have got hurt, pelting drug dealers with rocks.
    Are you nuts?” I yel ed.

    Are you nuts?” I yel ed.
    “You do it,” Roam said, assuming a teenage boy’s pissed-off-yet-pouty stance of jutting lip and slightly leaning body.
    “I do not pelt drug dealers with rocks. That’s a fool thing to do. Honestly, Roam, what am I gonna do with you?”
    “You’re Law?” Shard said, butting into my tirade and looking up at me.
    I caught his look and, even shadowed, it made me shiver.
    “Quiet,” Crowe told Shard but Shard kept staring at me like he was memorizing me. I knew this wasn’t good and that shiver turned into a quiver.
    “Eyes to the ground,” Crowe ordered Shard and when Shard hesitated, Crowe’s hand snaked out, shoving the back of Shard’s head so he faced down.
    I felt the disquiet of fear crawling along my skin but I pushed it away and turned back to Roam.
    “We’re not done. Go find my stun gun, I dropped it. I’m taking you back to the Shelter tonight, tomorrow, we’l talk.”
    “Seriously, Law, I was only tryin’ –” Roam started but I interrupted him.
    “Stun gun. Now. Talk. Tomorrow. Go,” I snapped.
    He grumbled something about “fuckin’ bossy white bitches” and stomped away.
    I stared daggers at his back.
    “What’d I say about cal ing me a bitch?” I yel ed at his back.
    “Law,” Crowe cut in.
    My head rounded to him and, I’m afraid to say, I’d had My head rounded to him and, I’m afraid to say, I’d had about al I could take.
    “Not now. I’ve had a bad day. I have to get these kids to bed and then I’m gonna go home and have a bubble bath.
    Then I’m gonna sleep like the dead. I have to be ready for tomorrow because tomorrow, I’m going to kick some black-teenage-kid ass.”
    Crowe didn’t say anything. Then again, what could you say?
    I looked down at Shard then back