The call came over “Serious domestic possible weapon involved.” I was on my own and just around the corner. “Further calls. Witness at scene now, woman stabbed offender still on premises ambulance called” said radio. Shit. Rules and instructions etc blah blah blah say you don’t go to things like that on your own. I called on to it “one out” ie on my own. “Closest back up 5 minutes away.” “Bullshit” I thought “there isn’t anywhere in the patrol that far away.” The address was residential, a commission area, houso estate, project whatever you want to call it.
Benny the Ball
I was attached to the DEA; targetting Lebanese and Romanian middle level drug dealers. Mind you I wasn’t on my own, and if we came across something juicier or not quite Lebanese or Romanian, we wouldn’t hesitate to to investigate that either. It was a real pain to pass something good over to one of the other Task Forces. But they had their referrences as did we, and we had to stick pretty much within our area of expertise.
Travel Quest One
We left New York City on the Amtrak. We made our way to Boston. About 2/3rds of the way there we realised we were running behind time by half an hour and so approached the conductor. He said he’d see what he could do and, unbelievably for us, the train accelerated to 155 Miles an hour which was 250 kilometres an hour to us and we ended up being only 10 minutes late. Neat service.
