Cellular Justice Chapter 5. Weekend in the City

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Chapter 5. Weekend in The City

The police were alert for any reports on street crimes, especially those called larceny of a person or strong-armed robbery.

Shift briefings instructed that while the victims had all been killed at night, there had been no drop in the normal reports of illegal activies of mugging and assaults.

But they were all advised to ‟Be alert!” for any similar crimes of thefts of electronic items. Such as phones and tablet computers.

Geoffery ‟JJ” Jefferson had been on car patrol for five years. Only once had he ever drawn his weapon. And that was to make night-time entry into a house that a remote lifeline alarm had activated. With all doors open and the television on, JJ had unholstered his weapon as he poked through an empty, spooky house until backup arrived a few minutes later.

The return of the elderly man, surprised at the ambulance and police parked in front of his house was understandably speechless for several minutes before he found the humor in it.

‟I went around the corner for dinner!” Edwin Sutter laughed. ‟I come home to a swat raid on my house.”

Apologies from the medics and police as they packed up and departed, back to their lives of emergency and law enforcement. To this day JJ laughed at the one and only time he drew his weapon.

Kent MacAlda had just completed his year’s probation. A champion shooter, Kent retired medically from the military, a qualified range instructor, his shooting skills were second to none.

And yet, he never spoke of it.

‟I’m okay, I guess.” Would be the only comment he would make when asked by someone.

Today, they toured their sector watching the cities beat of life. Answering calls of stolen bicycles and neighbor disputes over mowed-down daffodils, two lost children (Who where listening to a children’s movie with a shared set of earphones in the back room. Mom could not hear the tv on and did not check fully into the room.) and five traffic collisions they wrote into their clipboard of reports.

Five pages of information on each accident, it was tedious and exhausting.

Then.

On the Computer Aided Dispatch ‟CAD” of a shooting with a person down six blocks away.

Ambulance and fire were responding to stage a block from the reported scene.

On their arrival on scene, a body sprawled in a dirt parking lot.

Face down, the victim’s blood oozed over his right shoulder and collar but no further. Most of his right hand denuded of flesh and the side of the head of the unknown male had a coffee cup sized divot in the space where an ear should have been. The wound killed even the heart instantly with his eyes wide open,  he had the look of surprise on his face.

The victim had no pulse or exit wounds. JJ cleared the staging EMS teams who came in and ran a strip off their monitor that they left with them with a copy of an ‟obvious death” report while they waited for the coroner. 

A woman ran towards the scene as they blocked off the parking lot, screaming that it was her son that lay there.  She identified her boy by his clothing. 

The unknown suspects who had killed at night, now struck during the day.

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2 thoughts on “Cellular Justice Chapter 5. Weekend in the City

    • Agreed! And I have been involved with child-hunts that turned out that the small one(s) involved were the one place no one looked at first. (Several. All good endings. 1. small child missing, found sleeping in oversized laundry basked because mom took her fave blanket to wash. People had walked past her a lot of times before she sat up. 2. child watching movie quietly on new smart phone and ear-buds, doing the very thing the parents got it for.) So I was going for a touch of humor, next version i will remove that. I learned something new- Never tread, in fiction OR in humor- a mother’s greatest fear.
      There are other scenes to address without going into fear’s darkest shadows.

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