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 20 - Not Very Handy (continued)
5:20am, Friday, October 2nd. I drove to Ronald Reagan Park in my Police SUV. The crime scene was over the wooded hill on the back side of the Disc Golf course, very near where James Cialis was found murdered. (
Author's note: 'Moonlight Shadow', Ch. 01.
)
I was disgusted by what I saw... Police LED lightbars, visible from what seemed miles away, at the entrance to the Park, along the road and up the hill towards the back, and all over the backside of the Park.
At the entrance to the Park, the Officer waved me on in. I stopped and said "Turn off your lightbar! You don't need it!"
"Uh, sir, the Sergeant in charge of the scene said it was regulations to have them on." said the young rookie Officer.
"What's your name, Patrolman?" I asked.
"Jones, sir. Ben Jones." said the young rookie.
"Officer Jones, do you know who I am?" I asked, hating to say it.
"Yes sir. You're Police Commander Troy, sir." said Jones.
"That's right." I said. "And how many Sergeants on this Police Force outrank me?"
"Er, none, sir." Jones said. Then he got the hint. "If you'll excuse me, sir, I'll go turn the lightbar off." I did so, and he did so.
As I drove through the Park, I got on my Police radio and hit the 'Break' button. "Break! Break! Break! This is Commander Troy! All units at the Park, turn off all lightbars in the Park! I say again, turn off all lightbars in the------"
BWEEEEEE!
It was the Break button sound. "Break! Break! Break! This is Sergeant Toole, in charge of this scene. That order is countermanded! All lightbars are to be left on, per regulations! I say again, all lightbars are to be left on!"
I remembered Sergeant Toole, having disciplined him before. (
Author's note: 'Hampered In His Plans', Ch. 06.
) He had also been the arresting Officer, along with Justin Hendricks, of Peter Dwayne Gordon in the Kendra Luskin case. (
Author's note: 'Falsely Accused', Ch. 01.
)
I literally saw red. I pulled halfway off the road/trail and stopped, then hit the Break button again, then said slowly and with emphasis: "Break. Break. Break. This. is. Police. Commander. Donald. Troy. I'll say it one. more. time: every vehicle in Ronald Reagan Park is to turn off your lightbars, immediately! ANY Police Officer who leaves a lightbar on in a vehicle assigned to him will be terminated for cause. Once again, this is Police Commander Troy. Turn off the goddamned lightbars!"
Lightbars began being turned off. In the meantime, a Police SUV passed me on the trail at a high rate of speed. It was Lt. Commander Croyle's vehicle. I followed, and we went over the hill and stopped at the crime scene, which was a beehive of activity. Only two Police vehicle lightbars were still on, one at the top of the hill, where all the world could see it, and the other to our east on the backside of the Park. As I got out of my Police SUV, that lightbar to the east went off, and the car beneath it cranked up and began driving away.
I heard Teresa yelling "Goddammit, whose vehicle is on the top of the hill?"
"Sergeant Toole's, ma'am." said Patrolman Johnson.
"Where is Sergeant Toole?" Teresa asked.
"Down there, by the body, ma'am."
"Go get him." Teresa said.
"Never mind that." I said as I came up. "Johnson, get up there and shut off Toole's vehicle's lightbar. Shatter the window to get in there if you have to." Johnson got into a Police cruiser and took off up the hill. A moment later, the beacon lightbar on the hill shut off. (He did not have to shatter the window, in case you were wondering.)
"Toole!" I called out. "Where are you?"
"That's
Sergeant
Toole!" I heard Toole yell back. It suddenly got
very
quiet in the area.
"Not for much longer, it's not." I said, loud enough for others to hear. Then I yelled "Toole! Get over here!"
"Who the fuck do you think you are to tell me------" Toole had started, and then realized who it was as I advanced towards him, Teresa right behind me. "What do you want, Commander?" he said rudely, and insubordinately.
"I want to know why you countermanded my order to turn off the lightbars, for openers." I thundered.