The Hornet’s Nest. Patricia Cornwell

until the Department of Corrections transferred them to Camp Green or Central Prison.

The men were quiet, peering out, gripping bars like animals in the zoo, nothing else to do

in their jailhouse orange.

“I ain’t been in here in a while,” West’s prisoner let her know.

“How long’s a while?” West completed an inventory of Nate the Man’s belongings.

Nate Laney shrugged, moving around, looking. “Bout two months,” he said.

West and Brazil ended their ride with break fast at the Presto Grill.

He was wide-eyed and ready for adventure. She was worn out, a new day just begun.

She went home long enough to notice a tube of Super Glue in her shrubbery. Nearby was

an open Buck knife. She barely remembered hearing something on the scanner about a

subject exposing himself in Latta Park. It seemed glue was involved. West bagged

possible evidence, getting an odd feeling about why it might have landed in her yard.

She fed Niles. At nine a. m. ” West accompanied Hammer through the atrium of City

Hall.

“What the hell are you doing with a summons book in your car?” Hammer was saying,

walking fast.

This had gone too far. Her deputy chief had been out all night in foot pursuits. She had

been locking people up.

“Just because I’m a deputy chief doesn’t mean I can’t enforce the law,” West said, trying to keep up, nodding at people they passed in the corridor.

“I can’t believe you’re writing tickets. Morning, John. Ben. Locking people up. Hi,

Frank.” She greeted other city councilmen.

“You’re going to end up in court again. As if

I can spare you. Your summons book gets turned in to me today. ”

West laughed. This was one of the funniest things she’d heard in a while.

“I will not!” she said.

“What did you tell me to do? Huh? Whose idea was it for me to go back out on the

street?” Her sleep deficit was making her giddy.

Hammer threw her hands up in despair as they walked into a room where a special city

council meeting had been called by the mayor. It was packed with citizens, reporters, and

television crews. People instantly were on their feet, in an uproar, when the two women

police officials walked in.

“Chief!”

“Chief Hammer, what are we going to do about crime in the east end?”

“Police don’t understand the black community!”

“We want our neighborhoods back!”

“We build a new jail but don’t teach our children how to stay out of it!”

“Business downtown has dropped twenty percent since these serial killing-carjackings

started!” another citizen shouted.

“What are we doing about them? My wife’s scared to death.”

Hammer was up front now, taking the microphone. Councilmen sat around a polished

horseshoe-shaped table, polished brass nameplates marking their place in the city’s

government. All eyes were on the first police chief in Charlotte’s history to make people

feel important, no matter where they lived or who they were. Judy Hammer was the only

mother some folks had ever known, in a way, and her deputy was pretty cool, too, out

there with the rest of them, trying to see for herself what the problems were.

“We will take our neighborhoods back by preventing the next crime,” Hammer spoke in her strong voice.

“Police can’t do it without your help. No more looking the other way and walking past.”

She, the evangelist, pointed at all.

“No more thinking that what happens to your neighbor is your neighbor’s problem. We

are one body.” She looked | around.

“What happens to you, happens to me.” No one moved. Eyes never left her as she stood before i all and spoke a truth that power brokers from the past had not wanted the people

to hear. The people had to take their streets, their neighborhoods, their cities, their states, their countries, their world, back. Each person had to start looking out his window, do

his own bit of policing in his own part of life, and get irate when something happened to

his neighbor. Yes sir. Rise up. Be a Minute Man, a Christian soldier.

“Onward,” Hammer told them.

“Police yourself and you won’t need us.”

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