Street Crime Short Stories #7

Pat McGaha

Street crime short stories # 7

Copyright 1-4992347791-2017

I was riding Queensborough on graveyard patrol. My regularly assigned police unit was in the police garage out of service. A story for a later date. All spare police units were on the streets. The desk Sergeant assigned me the semi marked unit belonging to Lt. Woods for my shift. I was given strict orders to take care of it. Lt. Woods was off duty until the next night. I promised the sergeant I would be careful. As I opened the basement door leading to the marked units, I heard him say under his breath, “Yeah right, McGaha”.

I loaded my gear into the nice Crown Vic. It was low mileage and still had the new car smell. I liked driving it. It was not equipped with big bar lights on the roof. This allowed me to cruise closer to the street thugs at night. The…

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