Fire engines are racing through the night, not enough of them. We're called to an apartment building, passing burning cars on the way. Someone throws a brick through a side window, breaking it. We screech to a halt, and drag the hoses out, people are gathering around us, angry, filled with hate. We train the hoses on the building, forcing back the flames.
Someone throws something.
No one answers. More stuff is thrown. I start to move away, then I see the face in the window. It is a little girl, crying, calling for help. Bobby Joe grabs an axe from the fire engine and stands between us and the angry crowd.