Devon Douglas steers his Chevy Impala down an East Baltimore street, passing blocks of rotted rowhouses and broken sidewalks where young men ply their drug trade in broad daylight with the brazen efficiency of a military operation.
He’s searching for Kevin Evans, a tough 18-year-old assigned to his watch. Evans, who has been in and out of jail since age 11, has an appointment with his probation officer, and Douglas means to take him there. But Evans could be anywhere: among the men selling drugs, in lockup for another crime or asleep at his grandmother’s.