They wave from Jaguars, Lexuses. Tonight, Anderson is patrolling in a squeaking, dirt-encrusted Bronco with a radio that doesn't work. Crime used to be more specific out here. Now, it's all over. The 25th Police District station house is a pit.
Undisturbed grime coats the corners.
A fly strip with maybe 50 bugs stuck to it dangles like creepy mistletoe in the squad room. The city plans to build the 25th a new building, but it's years away. Short, thickly muscled, with close-cropped hair, the men lift weights together and hang out away from the job. McNicholas sports a pin with twinned Irish and American flags. Sitek Velcroes a new, white bulletproof vest across his chest.