“Mark snapped alert. His Basic Law Enforcement Training instructor was in his ear, leaning into the sedan. “Yes?” Mark asked, avoiding the automatic “sir” he was compelled to add. While most of the students were in their early twenties, Mark was close to the same age as Derrick Frady, a former sheriff’s deputy who’d lost his job during a political housecleaning. Frady, who made up for his diminutive stature with a militaristic zeal, was of course nicknamed “Frady Cat” by the students, but none o...f them dared call him that to his square, flinty face. “The suspect just ran another car off the road during the chase. It looks like a probable PI. What do you do?” “PI” was the police code for “personal injury.” Mark was faced with the choice of continuing his pursuit of the suspect or serving the public he was sworn to protect. Well, I haven’t sworn anything yet. I still have another two hundred hours of training to go. Mark figured that a real cop faced with such a dilemma would punch the accelerator and indulge in the adrenaline rush of a high-speed chase.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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