True Detective Stories

Friday evening was something else. The previous deskman left me twenty-one unassigned jobs, detectives and police officers were held late in case of any Rittenhouse riots – there were none – and, sadly, Diego was present.

None of those instances were nearly as annoying as the job two officers brought in.

So, two officers were downstairs by the cell room. They were getting ready to transport a prisoner to police headquarters for further processing. As they were leading the – cuffed – prisoner out to the wagon, the prisoner tried to steal an officer’s firearm.

While. He. Was. Handcuffed…

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