“Alrigh’ get in the car, kid.” Diogo commanded in gruff deep voice as he motioned for you to get into the police car.

He was a police officer in his late 30’s and old classmate to your dad. This was the third time this week he’d caught you making trouble around town, this time he found you beating up another guy at a club.

“You’re lucky I know your daddy, son. Or else I would have put you in a cell by now.”

The man ruffled your hair like he’d done when you were a kid, his voice soft stern. He cared about you a lot. “Now get in.”