"It's raining and the reflections of the red and white lights are dancing off the buildings as we race down the wet streets. Sirens are screaming a warning to the very few people who dare to walk the street at night.
We make a final turn and the scene comes into view. There's a lone police car; its light bar extinguished so as not to call attention to itself. We follow suit and shut our lights and siren off as we approach. In the center of the rain-soaked street, a crowd has gathered. A woman is screaming, being held up by friends or family. A man lies crumpled in the middle of the road...