i'm in the dining room, working (i work from home and i move all around the crib during the day). my wife calls me into the family room.

her: "i got a call from jj1 (our youngest son), and i'm shaking and my heart is beating so fast"

me: ???

her: "he told me he's at the park, there's a dark blue bmw w/ tinted windows in our neighborhood, two guys got out, flashed badges, asked him questions, and patted him down".

me: TF???

he's at the park (about 3 blocks up the street from us and around the corner). the car is out in front of our crib. my wife and i lock the crib (my daughters are home), get in the truck, pull out into the street, close the garage door, and eye the car as we drive up the street to get our son.

its obv not a cop car, and not an unmarked car (charger, etc). we pick up our son who is walking from the bball court and drive back down the street while he is trying to explain what happened. they were cops, or said they were. they showed him a badge. he went to mr dan's house on the way to the park (b/c he was going up to the park to train mr dan's son, rocky)

** i'm changing mad names and some slight details in this **




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