What It Looks Like

“See,” the copper said as the lift doors closed and the floor jerked, beginning to inch them down towards the first floor, “funny thing is, they’re the guys who go either way when they hit their teens. They become criminals, or they become cops. Funny how most people on either side don’t see that.”

The doors opened onto the melee of a busy corridor. Eli immediately saw his mother hovering outside a set of ward doors and wringing her hands.