"David and Rich were becoming really good friends, and he shared with Rich he had started reading the journal, which seemed to make Rich really happy. David learned that Rich decided to become a police officer after he saw his best friend, Buster, shot and killed in Detroit when they were in high school. They had gone to the movies and were laughing and talking about the antics of Axel Foley, the main character on the big screen. Waiting for their ride to pick them up, without thinking, they started walking down the street, and when they crossed at an intersection, Buster was gunned down, simply because he put his foot down on the wrong side of town.
Rich wrapped his arms around Buster and pulled him back across the street, cradling his head on his lap, holding and rocking him until the ambulance arrived, but by then it was too late. Still, after all these years, when Rich spoke about it, he could picture the chain of events so vividly in his mind; Buster walking about two feet in front of him holding a white paper cup from the theatre filled with ice and what was left of his root beer; the old red and brown graffiti-laden brick buildings; the flashing 'walk, don't walk' sign; the steam coming from the manhole covers; the tiny twinkling lights going around and around on the marquee above the entrance to the movie theatre; sound in the distance of dogs barking, babies crying; sirens off in the distance; and people yelling. Then the bang and the sound of Buster's head hitting the concrete. He hit the ground so hard, blood actually splattered backwards, hitting Rich smack dab in the face. Buster's cup hit the ground as the lid came off and ice scattered across the street and sidewalk. It all happened so fast, at first Rich wasn't sure what had happened, but when he realized, it didn't take him long to figure out if he would have been the one in front, it would have been him killed that night, instead of Buster. Because of that brush with death, and lack of closure and prosecution since the person responsible for Buster's death was never caught, Rich knew he was meant to do something meaningful with his life.
"I promised Buster, when he lay dying in my arms, I would devote my life to protect innocent people from the same fate he had."
David, sensing the mood was getting way to heavy, blurted out, "Buster? Are you seriously telling me the kid's name was Buster? Are you sure you aren't talking about a dog?" David laughed.
Rich smiled and shook his head. "That was his nickname, smart ass." The trust and camaraderie between them was growing stronger every day. Soon it would be put to the test."
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