@forvirtue || boop
    It might be a decision that Grace would be scolded for later, but one glimpse of their suspect heading toward the group of teenage girls was enough for her to break into a run. In the next second sheâd all but knocked him over, grappling for an arm and twisting it back, the palm of her free hand slamming between his shoulder blades.
     âYeah, I do,â she snapped. âAgainst the wall.â
     Rulon Farnes wasnât a face she had expected or hoped to deal with ever again, but god if she didnât hope he was the culprit this time. As far as Grace was concerned, if Rulon wasnât a rapist or a murderer, he was just the kind of sleazy creep who would turn into one eventually. Wiping him off the streets would be one of the best things the CBI ever did.
     âThis time youâre coming with us.â
Pain flared through him. He blinked back tears as his hat, with itâs bill twisted against the sidewalk where he landed, tugged at his ponytail. His senses spun, trying to catch up with the last few seconds. Being tackled to the ground and assaulted like this was not something he had expected from his day, and his cheek burned from the scrape of the pavement.     He growled low in his throat, stumbling as she hauled him to his feet. Breaking free of her grip wouldnât be too hard with his strength, but it would hurt, and he didnât need that kind of heat on him.     His mind spiraled through all the reasons this could be happening and stuttered to a halt as she spoke.      âTh-, this time?? Look-!â Sputtering in annoyance and confusion, he squirmed around, âThis time- I donât even know who you are! This time- There wasnât even a last time!?â
