POLICE OFFICER MOCKS TEEN’S STUTTER DURING STOP—THEN REALIZES HE’S HIS DEAD PARTNER’S SON The kid couldn’t have been more than sixteen. Beat-up bike, hoodie two sizes too big, eyes darting like he’d stolen something—though he hadn’t. I pulled up alongside him after a call about someone matching his description messing around behind the gas station. I asked his name, and he hesitated. Tried to speak, but it came out chopped. “M-M-M-Mal…” I groaned. I shouldn’t have said it, but I did. “Spit it ou