42. Standing Still
The perp is male, Caucasian, late teens to early twenties, approximately 5'11 and 120 lbs, dressed in a gray hoodie and dark denim jeans. He has the sunken eyes and hollow cheeks of an addict. Henry would bet his boat that the designer purse clutched in his sweaty hands doesn't belong to him.
There's a rookie chasing him on foot. Tall, solid kid, probably not much older than the criminal he's after. The kind of face you'd see on a Wheaties box.
Two weeks ago, Henry would have been right there next to him. The adrenalin would be flooding through him. His blood would be pounding. The hard impact of the concrete against the soles of his boots would jolt up his legs with every step.
Two weeks ago, Henry would have been in on the chase. But one week ago, he'd turned in his gun. Turned in his badge. Become an civilian. So now, even though his brain is screaming at him to get up, help, do something, and his body is tense from his having to consciously keep if from leaping up and giving chase, he just sits and finishes his coffee.
9/100