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Frank-3 Enroute

The Call

Rod Harris
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Pages
368
Year
2012
Language
English
Publisher
AuthorHouse

About

The big clock in the hall showed that it 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 carjacking 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?"

Frank-3 Enroute!
Rookie Gilmore was trying to hold off Miss La Fleur, whom he was arresting for prostitution when Lt. Arnold criticized him for his behavior. Arnold stated, Ill escort her to jail personally.
I commented, Arnold thinks Miss La Fleurs 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 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!"

By the way Officer Randel, said Gramms, one of the street people, that anti-freeze (wink-wink) that you gave us sure kept us warm when it rained. Thanks! Its strange how the streets have a beat and a life of their own.

I visited Jasper Boy Murdock at Indian Springs Penitentiary. "I could give you information about whose killing all those women if you could get me off on good behavior," coerced Jasper.
"Can’t do that, Boy!"

"Control, Frank-3 Enroute to UMC with a young, blond 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.

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