“Now I know that everything … will be all right. The chief is … back.” Alex returned the smile. “I hope I live up to that faith you have in me, Jimmy. I’m going to get my uniform on.” She came out of her office a few minutes later, feeling glad to have the gun on her hip again. “How’s Mr. McNamara?” Jimmy asked. Alex shook her head sadly. “Not too good. He’s really sick, Jimmy. He may not get well.” “I’m gonna … pray for him.” “That’s a good idea.” She pushed open the front door and paused. “Say one for the rest of us while you’re at it, why don’t you?” She had a feeling they could use all the help they could get this evening. She wasn’t going to take a car out, not with the streets hopelessly jammed like they were. Instead she set out on foot, using her portable radio to check in with the other officers as she made her way downtown. One by one they reported in and gave her their locations. Delgado was at the supermarket where the brawl had broken out the night before.
