is also in bathrobe, but he’s wearing combat boots rather than slippers. What’s left of the man’s wavy hair is completely askew. It looks like a hair salad on top of his head.
“Shoot on sight,” he shouts as he marches towards some bushes.
“Does your husband have access to any weapons,” Cody asks.
Mrs. March shakes her head. “Absolutely not.”
“We should still proceed with extreme caution,” I whisper to Cody.
He nods in agreement.
When the man finally turns and marches back towards us he stops just short of Cody and salutes him. “All present and accounted for, sir.”
“I’m Officer Jackson and his is Officer Navarro. We’re police officers.”
The man’s eyes dart back and forth between the two of us.
“Can you tell us your name?” Cody asks him.
“March, sir. Private March.”
“Do you know where you are?”
The man glances around the yard. “H uế .”
“Do you know what day it is?”
“February 2, 1968.”
“That’s the day his brother was killed in Vietnam,” Mrs. March whispers to me.
Cody glances in my direction. “We should probably take him to the hospital so he can see a physician and a psychiatrist.”
“Good call,” I tell him.
“Sir, we’d like to take you to the hospital.”
The man shakes his head. “The guys in my squad need me.” He points to the few trees on the other side of the yard.
“You may have been injured in the line of duty,” Cody tells him. “We’d like to take you to get checked out.”
The man seems to consider this for a few moments. Then to everyone’s horror Mr. March sucker punches Cody right in the nose.
I react more quickly than my brain has time to process what’s going on. I immediately place Mr. March under arrest and handcuff him.
There’s so much blood pouring from Cody’s nose it looks like he’s been injured a lot worse than being punched.
“Please don’t hurt him,” Mrs. March yelps.
“Hurt him?’ Cody fires back. “Look what he did to me?”
“He didn’t mean it,” she cries. “He doesn’t know what he’s doing.”
She’s probably right. Her husband is a few sheets short of a full load. Regardless, he still attacked a police officer.
As we escort Mr. March out of the backyard his wife continues to beg us not to harm him.
“He’ll be safe with us,” I assure her.
The front of Cody’s uniform looks like a crime scene and it doesn’t look like his nose is going to stop bleeding anytime soon.
“There’s a First Aid kit in the trunk,” I remind him. “I think I’d better drop you off at the hospital on the way to the jail.”
“Good thinking.” He’s trying to stop the bleeding with pressure on his nose, but the blood is streaming down his arm.
Luckily we’re not far from the Emergency Room where I leave Cody.
“I’ll phone you as soon as I can,” I tell him.
I have just enough time to get Mr. March processed before I receive another call. All hands on deck at a home where they suspect crystal meth is being produced and distributed.
By the time I get there quite a few of our officers who are on duty have already responded, including the K-9 Unit.
“What’s happening?” I ask one of the other patrol officers who is waiting next to the K-9. Officer Polo and I started working for the department around the same time.
“The house is occupied by two brothers and their girlfriend.”
“ Girlfriend? Singular?”
Officer Polo shrugs. “They believe the suspects are armed. They don’t want to go in because there are small children in the house. The siblings are cousins, if you catch my drift.”
“The brothers both have kids with the same girlfriend.”
“You’ve got it.”
“It will make for interesting family reunions.”
“If they live that long. I don’t know why anyone would expose their kids to all of those chemicals. We’ve got to wait for a HAZMAT team to deal with that shit.” He glances behind me. “Where’s your partner?”
“He got
“Shoot on sight,” he shouts as he marches towards some bushes.
“Does your husband have access to any weapons,” Cody asks.
Mrs. March shakes her head. “Absolutely not.”
“We should still proceed with extreme caution,” I whisper to Cody.
He nods in agreement.
When the man finally turns and marches back towards us he stops just short of Cody and salutes him. “All present and accounted for, sir.”
“I’m Officer Jackson and his is Officer Navarro. We’re police officers.”
The man’s eyes dart back and forth between the two of us.
“Can you tell us your name?” Cody asks him.
“March, sir. Private March.”
“Do you know where you are?”
The man glances around the yard. “H uế .”
“Do you know what day it is?”
“February 2, 1968.”
“That’s the day his brother was killed in Vietnam,” Mrs. March whispers to me.
Cody glances in my direction. “We should probably take him to the hospital so he can see a physician and a psychiatrist.”
“Good call,” I tell him.
“Sir, we’d like to take you to the hospital.”
The man shakes his head. “The guys in my squad need me.” He points to the few trees on the other side of the yard.
“You may have been injured in the line of duty,” Cody tells him. “We’d like to take you to get checked out.”
The man seems to consider this for a few moments. Then to everyone’s horror Mr. March sucker punches Cody right in the nose.
I react more quickly than my brain has time to process what’s going on. I immediately place Mr. March under arrest and handcuff him.
There’s so much blood pouring from Cody’s nose it looks like he’s been injured a lot worse than being punched.
“Please don’t hurt him,” Mrs. March yelps.
“Hurt him?’ Cody fires back. “Look what he did to me?”
“He didn’t mean it,” she cries. “He doesn’t know what he’s doing.”
She’s probably right. Her husband is a few sheets short of a full load. Regardless, he still attacked a police officer.
As we escort Mr. March out of the backyard his wife continues to beg us not to harm him.
“He’ll be safe with us,” I assure her.
The front of Cody’s uniform looks like a crime scene and it doesn’t look like his nose is going to stop bleeding anytime soon.
“There’s a First Aid kit in the trunk,” I remind him. “I think I’d better drop you off at the hospital on the way to the jail.”
“Good thinking.” He’s trying to stop the bleeding with pressure on his nose, but the blood is streaming down his arm.
Luckily we’re not far from the Emergency Room where I leave Cody.
“I’ll phone you as soon as I can,” I tell him.
I have just enough time to get Mr. March processed before I receive another call. All hands on deck at a home where they suspect crystal meth is being produced and distributed.
By the time I get there quite a few of our officers who are on duty have already responded, including the K-9 Unit.
“What’s happening?” I ask one of the other patrol officers who is waiting next to the K-9. Officer Polo and I started working for the department around the same time.
“The house is occupied by two brothers and their girlfriend.”
“ Girlfriend? Singular?”
Officer Polo shrugs. “They believe the suspects are armed. They don’t want to go in because there are small children in the house. The siblings are cousins, if you catch my drift.”
“The brothers both have kids with the same girlfriend.”
“You’ve got it.”
“It will make for interesting family reunions.”
“If they live that long. I don’t know why anyone would expose their kids to all of those chemicals. We’ve got to wait for a HAZMAT team to deal with that shit.” He glances behind me. “Where’s your partner?”
“He got
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