In a city like Reborn... crime never sleeps. And so can't we.
It was a one of those summer nights when the sun set and forgot to take its swelter on with it. We was stewin' in the Main st office and the boys was all pinchin' their bridges tryna stamp out the stench of squalor that wafted up to badger us as if we coulda done something about it. I was consultin' the local desk fan when this broad strolls up to my desk, slams a fistful of documents down onto it, and looks me dead in the eyes.
She says, "We need a lifetime warning point cap on Reborn."
I look up. Her eyes is somethi