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..."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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."
"He was following Police procedures disarming a suspect!" shouted the Union Rep, his face beet-red with fury. I felt like my face was just that red, too.
"IT IS
NOT
POL
ICE PROCEDURE TO CALL SOMEONE THE N-WORD!" I shouted back. "And that is what McCombs did! And he was in the act of pulling the trigger to shoot that unarmed black man in front of his underage child! I've got it on my Officer-cam!"
"And I witnessed it." Teresa said.
"I didn't ask you, missy." the Union Rep said haughtily.
I was in the process of grabbing the Union Rep and at the same time handing Teresa the red crowbar so she could break his ribs while I held him up. Unfortunately, the Chief intervened.
"That's enough, Mr. Crowbarrrr." the Chief said. I sat the utterly shocked Union Rep back down in his chair as Moynahan said to him: "Say that again, and I'll borrow that crowbar and beat you down with it myself."
"You asswipes are nothing but a bunch of thugs!" snarled the Union Rep, well known for his own Union thuggery. "I want to see my client. I want to see Sergeant McCombs. Now."
"What about Hendricks?" I asked.
"Apparently you're hard of hearing as well as stupid as a box of rocks." the Rep said angrily. "I said I want to see
McCombs
, and I want to see him NOW!"
The Chief said "You do not make dee-mannnds in my Police Station, no matter how much that suit cost you. You'll see him when I decide you will..."
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Teresa and I were in the anteroom of Interrogation-1, watching McCombs and the Union Rep talking. McCombs was wearing an orange jumpsuit, the standard wear of guests of the TCPD's 'graybar hotel'.
I had the microphones on so that we could hear their conversation. When I'd flipped the switch, Teresa had looked at me funny, and I'd said "He's not a lawyer, and their conversation is not privileged." Whether that was true or not would depend on if Nance was the presiding judge, but I wasn't worried about that.
Even so, they were keeping their voices very low and hiding their faces to make it hard to read their lips. A moment later, McCombs's lawyer came in. It was Gwen Munson, of Prodder, Ryder & Reems, P.C. I flipped off the microphone, cutting off the sound, to keep things legally tidy and tight.
"We've got the bastard dead to rights." said Teresa. "We've got him using the n-word, what he said to you, the insubordination beyond that, then trying to attack you after you beat his gun out of his hand. He's finished, and so is Hendricks."
"As the Klingons say, don't count your chickens before they're hatched." growled the voice of Sheriff Griswold as he came into the anteroom. "The Union has already formally grieved you, Commander Troy, saying you assaulted McCombs as he was doing his lawful and correct duty. They were also trying to get Judge Nance to have McCombs released, but Paulina Patterson beat them to Judge Watts, who has the case and has ordered McCombs remanded without bail until his hearing Monday morning."