I made it outside in time to see Victor catch up to the boy and tackle him, bringing him to the sidewalk face down.
“Let me up,” the boy yelled.
“Not until the police get here,” Victor growled. “You just held a knife to a woman’s throat to try to rob a restaurant. Did you think you were going to walk away?”
“I’m sorry, but I needed money,” the boy said. “I need a fix. It’s been almost a day since I had some, and my dealer won’t give me any unless I pay for what he already fronted me.”
“A fix of what?” Victor asked, although we knew the answer.
“Ice,” the boy answered. “Please let me go. I won’t go back into that fancy restaurant. I’ll find the money somewhere else.”
“I’m not letting you go so you can rob another business,” Victor growled. “Needing drugs isn’t a good reason for steali
