Code 3 for the shooting.
A 16-year-old boy has 3 gunshot wounds in his right foot. He’s very vague with the details as the police officers try to develop some information on the suspect. Anyway, he is stripped of his clothes so we can make sure he doesn’t have any more holes, and placed in the ambulance. His mother shows up.
Several minutes later, an officer walks up to the ambulance, and demands, “Where’s the gun?”
“I don’t know.”
The officer holds up his jeans and shows him 3 holes in the right front pocket. “Where’s the gun so no one else gets hurt?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Usually no one believes anything the cops say in the ghetto, but his mother sniffs the jeans, turns to her son and demands to know where the gun is as well. Still, genius is lying.
“You’re just going to have to find the guy.” He flashes a smile with his gold-capped teeth.