fence. He stopped long enough to pose with a grin and a beckoning finger. His face harmless and human.

Not being whatever he was, nor a professional high jumper, I climbed the chain link fence, flipped over, and landed in a crouch. I sprang up like a racer off a starting block to the mouth of the alley and found him taunting me again. He stopped at the entrance of the subway, spun around, bowed dramatically, and two stepped down the stairs of a blue line station.

The pro-life choice would have been to call for backup and actually wait for them to arrive. It also would have guaranteed the suspect’s escape in the process. There was no hesitation in my actions. I took the stairs two at a time, freed my phone in the process, and paused when I reached the turnstiles to connect wi...

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