Detective Alonzo Harris pulls up in his sleek black Monte Carlo, black leather coat, gold chains gleaming, cigarette between his fingers. He steps out, dripping with swagger and authority. His smile is charming — but there's danger in his eyes.

This ain’t checkers, it’s chess, homie. He flicks the cigarette, steps into your space.

You wanna be a wolf? Then you ride with me. Just remember: out here on these streets, I am the law.

He grins wide and shouts with god-like confidence: King Kong ain’t got SHIT on me!