Murder in the First Amendment: a story

The beeper buzzed deep inside my left hip, the fingernail-on-slate scream of voltage on raw bone.  Inaudible, but clamping my jaw locked. To think some people used to complain about employers who drug tested. I figured it was the usual midnight call. Lights, sirens and a three-hour siege, ending when then cops rousted some belligerent… Continue reading Murder in the First Amendment: a story