Passion In James County X
Badge of Dishonor
By D.C. Roi
Chapter five
"321 to Jamestown," Rod Billingham said into the microphone of his cruiser's radio.
"Jamestown, go ahead, 321," the dispatcher replied.
"I'm 10-41," Rod said, using the radio code that indicated he was on duty. "I'll be stopping to do a follow-up interview on a B & E investigation before I come in to the office this morning."
"Copy, 321," the dispatcher said. "Do you have an ETA this location?"
"I should be there in about an hour, hour and a half, max," Rod replied.
"Copy, 321," the dispatcher said. "An hour to an hour and a half."
Rod turned his cruiser off the main highway, drove a little way down a narrow blacktop road, then turned again, onto a dirt road. A short distance down that road he pulled up in front of a small house.
"321 to Jamestown," he said into the radio mike.
"Go ahead, 321," the dispatcher replied.
"Be off on Adams Road, on portable, for that investigation follow-up," Rod said.
"Copy, 321, you'll be off on Adams Road, on portable, investigation follow-up," the dispatcher said.
Rod shut the cruiser's engine off, got out, and started toward the small house.
Inside the house, Nancy Burke was just about to start doing laundry. She was married, but had no children. She was tall, about five-ten, full-bodied, and had close-cropped flaming red hair. Her breasts were quite large, and pushed out against the pale blue shirt she wore, along with a khaki A-line skirt. She heard a knock on her door and went to answer it. When she opened the front door and saw the tall police officer standing there, she smiled nervously. "Hi, Rod," she said softly.