“London, where in the hell are you?” Jerry Allemand’s voice was laced with excitement—unusual for him—and I heard sirens screaming in the… — B.J. Bourg Copy Share Image
“We walked to a large dry-erase board that covered the entire far wall of the command center. Gina Pellegrin—a detective I’d recently… — B.J. Bourg Copy Share Image
“Warren Lafont was a two-year patrol cop who worked day shifts. “Did Warren return fire?” “No.” — B.J. Bourg Copy Share Image
