Steve and Adam went to Illinois, to go looking for a fugitive. Before we had been working on Richard Cobbs, and Margaret Romero. Margaret had been known to hang out at "Mr. C's", a bar that I had done uniformed security at. So I had stopped by to talk to the manager, he agreed to give me a call if he saw her.
Yesterday I got a call while letting my Mom and Dad's dog out to go "walkies". . .
"Dude, get up to 1271 West Seventh, Margaret is there right now." Adam said.
"Okay, I'm on my way."
"Hurry. . ."
"You're not the boss of me. . ." I barked back into the phone.
I got there, and hit a big bump, cracking my heater core. Coolant was streaming out of my car as I cuffed her. She was seated in a Ford Explorer, she hadn't been able to get the keys in the ignition.
Everybody, Steve, Adam, the owners, Dean (Art), were rather impressed that I captured a fugitive all by myself. Also they were impressed that I had the forethought to get the right paperwork signed, and that I let the police transport her. I didn't mention that my car barely made it a block to the repair garage before it started to overheat.
It cost $521.41