What comes to your mind when you hear the words, “Foot pursuit”? Well I’ll tell you what came to my mind as I was sitting at the station and the tone alert was broadcast.
There I was sitting around enjoying a cup of coffee and going over my paperwork with the day’s assignments when all of a sudden my partner’s voice breaks over the radio speaker. “Code-three assist! Subject fleeing on foot.”
What followed next was controlled chaos. Sirens screaming and tires squealing. Smoke rising and sweat dripping…into my eyes.
Remember what I said about working out? Well today put all that to the test. Here I am the “old guy” working the perimeter when I begin to pray, “Lord lead me to this guy…show me which way I need to go.” Then as if on cue the suspect pops out of the brush about a hundred yards ahead of me. I identify him and give the order, “Stop police!”
You know what he did, right? He took off running. I updated my partners and took off after this guy. Two fences later…that’s right, I jumped the fences, and a slow search later, I had the bad-guy in custody.
Yes, I was sweaty and a bit tired, but I had run down the suspect who was half my age and got him into cuff’s and into my rear seat ready to go to jail. That’s the thing about working the streets, you never know what the day will bring.
Jumping fences?! You go Ray. Get those bad guys.ReplyDelete
Wow, that sounds like the makings of a great scene in one of your books! Way to go!ReplyDelete