"D" (ursusmaritimus) wrote in shave,

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"I'm a Midnight Swordsman. . ."

So. . .

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
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