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9781468528619

Frank-3 Enroute : The Call

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    9781468528619

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    1468528610

  • Format: Paperback
  • Copyright: 2012-01-18
  • Publisher: Textstream
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PREVIEW Please see the other Freee Preview The big clock in the hall showed that is was 1:59 p.m. as I opened the door. Damn, I'm good, I thought, always on time. "What the hell happened to you, Officer Randel?" asked Undersheriff Collins. "Oh, just a little car-jacking on the way over; the SOB shot my partner in the chest." Looking at my uniform, I observed that I was muddy and wet past my knees, my bloody shirt was ripped at the shoulder and at the elbow on my left arm, and I definitely was not squared away. Sheriff Morgan queried, "Did you kill the bastard?" "No sir, but I got 'em, and SWAT has them now..." "Frank-3 Enroute!" Rookie Gilmore was trying to hold off Miss La Fleur, whom he was arresting for prostitution when Lt. (Benedict) Arnold criticized him for his behavior. Arnold stated, "I'll escort her to jail personally," I commented, "Arnold thinks Miss La Fleur's one hot dancin' mama; even put her in the front seat. I've seen that look in his eyes before. He's in for a big surprise. Ha, ha, ha!" I asked, "Where the hell is Willy?" About that time, I heard, "Can I get some help in here, please?" Officer Roscoe, who was cuffing 'Kat', jumped from the pile and ran to the bathroom. Willy with his gun pointed toward a whore had her backed up and standing in the bathtub. In her hand was an ice pick. Willy was trying to cajole her into dropping it. The whore touted, "I ain't goin' back to jail, pigs." Roscoe walked to the bathtub and cold cocked the woman with a swift right to the jaw. I'll be damned; way to go Wild Child, I thought as the whore sank to the bottom of the tub. "Hook her up Willy," ordered Roscoe smiling broadly as she went back after 'Kat'. Willy looked at me and awkwardly whispered, "You know Hawk, I could have done that!" "By the way Officer Randel," said Gramms, "that 'anti-freeze' (wink-wink) that you gave us sure kept us warm when it rained. Thanks!" The suspect was brandishing a gun as he ran. I pulled my PR-24 and when he aimed his gun at me, I swung and hit him on the right knee; he went down, screaming. As I hit him again in the elbow, I felt an intense pain in my leg and thought, damn, he must have shot me! Then I heard a bystander question, "Why did the young officer hit the older officer?"... When Willy was back behind the wheel he turned to me and stated, "Don't say a word, Randel, not a word. I don't want to hear anything you have to say." Of course, I couldn't resist. I visited Jasper 'Boy' Murdock at Indian Springs Penitentiary. "I could give you information about who's killing all those women if you could get me off on good behavior," coerced Jasper. "Can't do that Boy. You did the crime, now you've gotta do the time." I left and called Detective Hatch from Homicide. Gilly followed me inside and sheepishly asked if I were going his way. "Hell no, rookie, I'm goin' home after I eat and you can walk as far as I'm concerned." Of course, his patrol car had just been blown to smithereens. "No buddy, ride with Willy, I'm takin' my unmarked home."... Instead, I slid behind the wheel of Cheyenne's Corvette. I revved the motor, listening to the RPMs, as I squealed out of the parking lot, right past a meter molly that was driving in her little meter molly cart. "Randel," Chey admonished, "are you dense?" I looked both ways, peeled onto the street and headed toward the IHOP. Wonder if Judge Becker would be impressed with how well this baby handles? "Control, Frank-3 Enroute to UMC with a young female who needs immediate attention. I have 'Sister' Roscoe with me. My mileage is 10142.1" Cheri' answered, "Father Randel, did you say Sister Roscoe?" "That's affirmative. Switch to five..." I thought, we need to clean up the drug dealers along with the prostitutes. I've got to call the captain. DON'T MISS THE CALL!

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