The Lincoln Heights Police Department looked like every other government building trying too hard to seem important—part concrete bunker, part ego monument, sprinkled with the kind of cheap landscaping that screamed budget meeting compromise.
The American flag out front looked like it had seen more wind than a Kardashian Instagram comment section.
News crews were already camped outside like it was fucking Black Friday, and I was the doorbuster deal.
'Fantastic. Nothing like the smell of opportunistic journalism in the morning.'
'Can't wait to trend on Twitter,' I thought, stepping over a power cable some intern probably risked their career to run. #PrivilegedTeenBeatsUpPedo is gonna hit different when they find out I'm the broke kid in this story. I should start a GoFundMe just to see how many people would donate purely out of spite.
