“S1012, you have a possible 240 in progress in the parking lot of 31109 West Twelfth Street. Copy?” “This is S1012; we copy. How many involved?” “S1012, no number given. Call came from a payphone.” Delta turned the lights on and looked over at Jan, who reached for her flashlight. They were seconds away from the parking lot of a bar where they were called. Delta didn’t look forward to intercepting a fight tonight. Some night, she wished onlookers would just let the guys beat each other senseless. After all, when was the last time any cop got a 240 with two women involved? Shaking her head, Delta pulled her baton out and sighed. As they drove up, Delta saw one man pummelling another on the ground. When they stopped, Delta was frozen by the image in front of her. The man hitting the other man was wearing black gloves. “Jan, wait! He’s wearing gloves.” Before Jan could answer, Delta’s feet were on the pavement and running. This time, Delta said to herself as the suspect tossed the beaten man to the ground and ran away, the little bastard wasn’t going to get away.
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