Drug Dealing Sister

James sat in his car, parked inside a crummy garage next to a dilapidated house. He was on lookout tonight, supposed to keep an eye out for a supposed drug sale going on tonight. This neighborhood had a bad reputation: murder, rape, and a notorious drug hotspot. He sipped his coffee as he watched the "abandoned" house in front of him, waiting for any movement.

Above all else, James hated drug dealers. His mother, god rest her soul, had gotten into that shit and payed the price for it ending up screaming in a hospital bed for her next fix before she eventually wasted away. Now he was the only one looking after his sister, and it was his dream to be able to make these streets sage for her.

"Maria?" James said to himself as he pulled his car out, siren blaring. He ignored the druggie as he ran for the hills, shining his brights on the girl standing out in the middle of the sidewalk. He drove his car after her, pulling up in front of her and stopping her escape. He opened his door and stepped out, look angry and surprised. "What the hell are you doing out here?"

Walking up he grabbed a baggie of drugs that had fallen out of her skirt. "You're selling drugs?" He looked at her in disgust, the horror of the situation pressing on his shoulders. "After what happened to mom?!"

James was caught off guard by her attack, but quickly got up from the ground to chase after her. He wasn't about to just let her go, not after what he found on her. He ran, quickly catching up with her. She might have been younger than him, but he had years o experience as a cop with more training than she had running.

Tackling her to the ground he pressed her head to the ground. "What the Hell Maria?!" Taking out his handcuff he quickly grabbed her arms and cuffed her right wrist, bringing it to her other and cuffing them together. "You're not going anywhere until you answer some questions!"