It all started on a dark and restless night as Tyrone El-DeBarge Carter was getting ready for another night on the job. He was leaving his run-down apartment wearing a standard issue black and blue police uniform bearing the LAPD shield on his left breast. Before heading out the door, he stopped to grab a packet of Kool-Aid from the fridge and the car keys lying on the table next to the door. Slowly, he backed out of the local parking lot and entered the mean streets of Chinatown. Tyrone was on night patrol, something he had grow accustomed to over the years, driving his old, dusty, white Cadillac through his regular surveillance route.

   The silence that lingered for most of the car ride had become so unbearable that Tyrone veered his car towards a nearby KFC for some of Colonel Sander’s original recipe. His tires came to a screeching halt against the uneven pavement, the driver’s door unlatched, opened and Tyrone slid out of the front seat before slamming the door shut. He took a few steps towards the popular fast food restaurant and immediately stopped. Forty feet away from him was a crudely dressed man wearing a brown hoodie and a pair of basketball shorts standing near the left side of the KFC. The hood completely covered his face like a mask and the shorts hung so low it looked as if he were wearing them on his knees. Tyrone recognized this man from the police reports. He was one of the better second-rate drug dealers operating in Los Anglos who knew a few instances of successful scores.

   As Tyrone ventured closer to the suspect, hidden in almost absolute darkness by his natural camouflage, he spotted a second man – the buyer – whom the suspect turned to face. The suspect reached into his pocket and pulled out a transparent bag filled with white powder. In a flash, the plastic bag was replaced by wads of clean, crisp twenty dollar bills. Tyrone knew he could not let this great opportunity pass him by – he had seen the exchange first hand. Rushing madly to his Cadillac, he clicked it open and leaped into the front seat. He slipped the keys into the ignition and fired up the engine. The Cadillac crawled forward silently, bringing up a small whisper as the car rolled over the pavement drawing closer to the two men.