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Johnny hadn’t moved a muscle in either leg. “I … I can do that,” he said, still ogling at the chief’s crime board as he studiously traced the white outline in the photo with the tip of his finger. “Do what?” “The chalk,” Johnny answered. … Continue reading →

The next day was an avid morning at the house. Johnny bundled his dad out the door and into the car, leaving behind an unattended mug of coffee to fill the void between his mom and younger sister at the … Continue reading →

The next day, Johnny’s dad brought him to meet the chief. Anxious and distracted by what would follow, Johnny’s father had forgotten that he’d pinned up Johnny’s wanted poster the previous day, and for but a second was clueless as … Continue reading →

Johnny’s father stood in front of his opened dresser drawer in his room, and stared at his collection of primitive wanted posters his precious boy had given to him over the years. It amounted to a small book, but the … Continue reading →

After the breaks had mended, it was months of therapy to get his body working again. For a time in the healing process, Johnny had used his grandfather’s old squeaky wheelchair. It had squeaked more than ever, but Johnny didn’t … Continue reading →

Johnny had entered the academy as a civilian, very much like a caterpillar that enters the cocoon to metamorphose into something else more charismatic. But Johnny knew he had the right stuff. He knew it. There was no question of … Continue reading →