Part 3 of 5 of the test drive of my first novel, Second Coming. "What? How can you be sure?" John threw his hands up. "Because we got that piece of shit Roles and another of his boys last night for a home invasion," Reynolds angrily shot back, "they’re sitting downstairs in a cell right now." John fell silent; the activity from the main lobby could be heard through the Inspector’s closed door. "Well, what can we do?" John waited for some sort of answer. "I’m gonna send out extra squad cars to... Sign in to see full entry.