How could Pronto feel any respect for such a person, despite his unusual authority?
Annoyance was more like it!
Standing by the window, Shaun snapped his fingers and turned to sit on the windowsill. "I remember now—Jim, Wood, right?" Pronto weakly nodded, and Shaun's face lit up with a grin. "I knew I'd heard that name before. What's up? He's dead? Who did it?"
Pronto shot Shaun a tired look. Shaun must have realized something because he awkwardly chuckled, patting Pronto's shoulder without a hint of shame. "Oh right, you're asking me."
In truth, Pronto didn't know much about this case. He avoided close ties with the gangs and didn't like being seen interacting with them. If word got out, it could cost him his job. Gangs also avoided associating with him. For gang members, even if they lost an arm to an enemy, they'd rather hold out for revenge than call the police. They would never seek justice through law enforcement.
