ABSTRACT
Just aer ten o’clock at night, the rst call of the night. “Domestic disturbance … gun involved. Car Eight handle,” the dispatcher’s voice crackled over the radio. Just as we arrived at the given address, a middle-aged man carrying a shotgun ran out the front door and around the house into the backyard. My partner ran around toward the right to try to head him o in the alley behind the house. I ran directly aer the man, gun in my hand.
