Office Reilly burst out laughing and slapped his knee. “That was funny, kid!” He turned to Bones and said, “Sure, go ahead and flip on the siren for a second.” 

“Really?” Bones said, his eyes wide. Officer Reilly nodded and Bones leaned over, about to flip the siren switch, when the radio crackled loudly to life and we all jumped in our seats. Bones had jumped so high that he’d catapulted himself up into the ceiling and had landed back in his pleather seat with a giant THWAP! 

The radio blared, “Calling all cars, calling all cars. We’ve got a two-one-one in progress at the Ridgewood Trust on Bakersfield Road. Requesting immediate response and backup.” 

Officer Reilly nodded at Bones. “Hit the switch, son, we are going live.” Bones leaned over and flipped on the siren. Officer Reilly revved the engine, pulled the steering lever into drive, and peeled out. 

Bones turned around and looked at me, his mouth in the shape of a giant O, like we were on a roller coaster and about to go down the biggest, steepest hill of our lives. I had a feeling he was right. When we got to the first corner, Officer Reilly didn’t even tap the brakes. I was flung across the backseat like a marble out of a sling shot.

I smashed into the opposite door and Bones yelled from the front, “Lump, grab on to something!” 

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