Tag: writing

Rook and I quickly work our way through the apartment complex, hands cupped over our Streamlights as we briefly light up door numbers before moving on to the next. We're looking for #136, and even though I've been in these apartments before, I'm not sure where it is. The apartments are divided into the standard block of eight, four on each side, two upper and two lower. We clear each building and move onto the next, not speaking and staying in the shadows, looking for our suspect.

White male, long shaggy hair, dressed in jeans, tee shirt, and a ballcap. Rook and I were nearing the end of our shift, our second together, and headed back to the station when dispatch reported a prowler. Two mid shift units were dispatched, but we were literally two blocks away when the call went out so we responded. Parked at the entrance to the complex and began clearing our way towards the back.

We move pretty quietly, scanning the breezways and balconies, checking door numbers, every window dark in the early morning hours. This complex is home to fixed income types, people with emotional and mental disorders that are still mostly okay to live on their own. There's a snake guy up here somewhere, he gets depressed and calls the cops to have somebody come tell him everything's gonna be okay. He has a couple of small pythons and I make sure I'm otherwise occupied whenever we get a call to his place.