It was dark out, so we couldn't tell much what was going on, we just took the detour and rode on.
The next morning, on the way to work, the road block is still up. And a patrol car stationed at one end, two bored-ass cops sitting in the car watching the sunrise.
I asked the guys waiting at a day labor place, and they didn't know what was up.
Too many cops for Nothing's Wrong, not enough for an Operation 100.
At the other side of our little detour, I stopped and interrupted the shift-long doughnut break these officers seemed to be on.
No, they weren't really eating doughnuts. They were definitely bored, but being that there are assignments KCK's finest can draw where they literally have to fight, in the fisticuffs sense of the word, for their paychecks, I doubt they minded much.
A building had burned, though the damage seemed subtle. Broken glass on the sidewalk, some scorching around the window frames. But the building had been deemed unsafe by the fire department and apparently that stuck the boys in blue making sure no tenants tried to sneaky Pete back in to retrieve their autographed copy of Fight Club.
A day later the cops were gone and everything looked like a bomb or the crew from a reality TV show about rehabbing old, burned buildings had arranged things according to their needs.
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