Jake cursed under his breath as he saw the Detroit sheriff’s police cruiser roll up beside him walking along the street. He had enough bud in his backpack to get him locked up for at least ten years and not to mention the current five thousand reward he had on his head for setting someone’s lawn on fire. Quickly changing direction, the boy quickly rushed into an alleyway and ran into a figure standing around the right corner. Looking down at a startled girl in an apron, he grit his teeth and cursed again before watching the cruiser turn down the alley. “You gotta hide me.” Jake said with a rushed growl, staring into the startled girls eyes.