LONG ROAD TO CLARITY
Officer Don Lockwood was an imposing slab of a man. His ruddy complexion shone a malevolent reddish pink, offsetting the jet black of his uniform and snug-fitting cap. His appearance and demeanor telegraphed a tortured soul perpetually on the brink of violence, and whether or not that was true, there was enough gossip and innuendo among my teenage cadre of friends that we all made sure to keep as much distance between ourselves and the sole upholder of vehicular justice in our hometown.
Distance, at this particular moment, was not a luxury
