The night’s inherent complexities weaved together its interconnected events, each contributing to the gestalt that defined the ongoing police operations. In Matt’s mind, the night had a pulpability to it because he felt it had somehow turned into an angry and hungry tiger about to ravish its prey. He knew what he felt wasn’t real but nevertheless he felt it. And it scared him. Frantic was an emotion rarely if ever experienced by Matt. Yet there was a foreboding about it. It was as if he...