Although no one admitted it, adrenaline would course through their veins at the thought of capturing a perp. It felt damn good to catch the villain who injured an innocent. It didn’t matter the reason or the justification used, they’d harmed another, and they deserved incarceration and the victim deserved justice. There was all the angst about the risks involved as the perp attempted a getaway.
JS was standing, gun drawn, something that didn’t happen often in their little precinct, but this was one of those rare occasions. His men were in their assigned positions await the arrival of the perp after a tipoff that Jester Forks was at his sister’s house.
He slammed out the front door and down the short flight of stairs with a snarl on his face as though he’d pulled off the heist of the century instead of threatening two elderly shop owners unprepared for such ferocity.
JW waited until he was down the front steps and nearly beside his vehicle and then called out, “Jester Forks, Little Falls Police Department, hands in the air!”
He turned toward JW with surprise then reached for a gun. “Hands up, Forks, you’re surrounded.” JW’s men stood showing their positions and Forks drooping shoulders indicated he got that he was outnumbered.
JW edged forward slowly and when it was safe called for his men to move in as he grabbed Forks’ wrists and snapped the handcuffs in place. “You have the right to remain silent…” Dipping Forks head, he waited until he was in the car to nod to his men, “Good job guys. Meet you back at the station.”
Yeah, it felt good