The red and blue lights flashed brightly through the curtains like patriotic Christmas lights, and lent one more surreal element to an insane evening. The police were polite enough to knock on the door and, despite Katelina's hesitation, her mother hurried to open it. The young officer looked around uncertainly, his gun in his hand. "We received a call," he began, but he was interrupted by Detective Richards, a dark man who Katelina knew on sight. He was the one in charge of ...