Stone-Cold Cases

Stone-Cold CasesMidnight. the bronx. A scrum of Hispanic teenagers sneers as the Five Two Squad's ''shit box''--a dented and grimy 1987 Gran Fury with no working siren--rolls to a stop in front of a five-story tenement on University Avenue. The Man is as welcome here as a hooker in the Vatican. This is their turf. ''Latin Kings turf,'' homicide detective Mike Palladino explains in a stage whisper. As we exit the unmarked car, the small knot languidly unties, its members defiantly pimp-rolling aw...