This story is part of an ongoing series.
The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography.
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This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racism, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.
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Part 21 - Deadly Force
*WHACK!*
*POW!*
I'd swung my crowbar
upward
, catching McCombs's gun's barrel and pushing it upwards. The gun fired as McCombs pulled the trigger, but the bullet flew over the head of the man and his son that McCombs had been aiming at.
*THUD!*
As McCombs turned, I thrust the end of my crowbar at his face and solidly connected. He went down, falling flat on his back. I saw him try to raise his gun and point it at me.
*WHAP!*
Crowbar metal met gun metal, and got some of McCombs's fingers. "Drop it!" I ordered. I swung the crowbar like a baseball bat and hit him across the knuckles again, and the gun fell out of his hand as he cried out in pain. As I moved to kick it away, McCombs tried to roll to attack me. I grabbed his left wrist and twisted, forcing him on over onto his belly. Almost before he knew it, McCombs's hands were cuffed behind him.
And in case you were wondering, Officer Hendricks had been stupid, too. He was going to shoot me, and found himself disarmed and on the ground, courtesy of a two-time Police Boxing Matches Champion with a bad attitude.
"Well hello, Commander!" said Lieutenant Rudistan with great joviality as he came up with Lieutenant DeLong. "Getting in a little practice for the Boxing Matches that you can't compete in?"
"More like stopping cold blooded murder." I said. "Rudistan, you and Hicks take these two stains upon the TCPD badge to Headquarters, and run both through booking. The charges for McCombs will begin with attempted murder in the first degree."
"You're lying!" McCombs shouted. "I was protecting my Officers! You stopped me from doing the right thing! I want a Union Rep!" I just jerked my thumb at the Patrol cruiser, and McCombs was taken to it.
Meanwhile, Officer Buchannan had again gone up to the man and his son. "Hey, you remember me." he said. "I don't know what's going on, but I gotta check you out." He frisked the man and the boy, finding nothing dangerous.
"What the hell is going on here?" the man said. "This is twice in a row now?"
I had come up, and I saw the boy's eyes get very wide. I said "My name is Commander Troy. Someone has been pranking us, calling in a boy matching your son's description and clothing as being kidnapped. And this time, it looks like someone tried to do something worse, and I'll be personally busting his ass."
"Are you the Iron Crowbar?" the boy asked, his voice connoting shock and awe.
"Hey, 'O'." I said. "Yes, I'm the Iron Crowbar. You doing good in school?"
"He could be doing better." said his father, whose hands were still on his head.
"So are you going to start doing better?" I asked. "For your dad and for me?"
"Yes sir." the boy said.
"Good! Get good grades, and you might get a Sports scholarship to college somewhere." I said, planting a little seed in the boy's mind. I had Buchannan get their statements, and had Teresa get everyone else's statements as well as their Officer-cam and dashcam videos into evidence.
Teresa said "McCombs wasn't wearing an Officer-cam, and his dashcam was off. Hendricks was wearing his Officer-cam, but he turned it off right after he got out of his car..."
Just then, we saw the news van approaching us. "Stop that news van." I said. "Keep them back. Put up some crime scene tape..."
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4:30pm, Friday, May 8th. When Teresa and I came into the employees entrance of Police Headquarters, the Duty Officer said "Sir, the Chief----"
"We're on our way." I said. We went straight to the Chief's office, do not pass Go, do not collect $200.
"Betcha a C-note that a Union Rep is already in the Chief's office." I said.
"What, do I look like an FBI Agent that would be dumb enough to bet against you?" Teresa replied, showing her pawky vein of humor. I chuckled at that.
And yes, when we got to the Chief's office and were ushered in, we found him with the Union Rep that had charged into my office and had Tanya's gun put in his ear.
"Have a seat, Mr. and Ms. Commanderrrrs." said the Chief. "We were just discussing this afternoon's inssss-i-dennnnt."
"Discussing?" the Union Rep said in sheer disbelief. "I thought I made it clear that this is a notification that we're grieving Commander Troy's physical assault against Sergeant McCombs. And I'm going to barbecue your ass, Troy!"
"Chief," I said, "I'm not going to even play around, here. McCombs tried to commit first degree murder. He tried to
murder
an unarmed black man in cold blood."