Informed Consent, A Memoir of Hope. Pacing The Panic Room. Go away. 0ddness Bl0g. PostSecret. Raindogblue. In the Maze, north of Serenity, a citizen calls a Suspicious on a car. A Mercedes's head lights have been on for four hours. It could be a dumper. I've recovered stolens on the street. On scene, I run the plate. I know the owner. Straight Pipe covers me. I knock on the girlfriend's door. A young man answers. He's worried. His eyes dart between Straight Pipe and me. I know the wanted guy is inside. Is Bill here? "Uuuuu-aaaaaahh. " I go for low key to avoid the lie. Someone's called. He's looking at my face trying to read the trick.
I point to the street. That's his Mercedes, right? He looks. "Yeah. " Well, he might want to turn the lights off or he'll have a dead battery. Straight Pipe and I walk away, wait, and approach the young man at the car. I'd turn the engine over and let it run for a bit. "I don't have a license. Okay. I nod. Is Bill in the apartment? The young man's eyes grow large. He has a warrant. His head falls.
"I'll go get him. " Notes from a hospital bed. Trauma Queen. Dooce® Nothing To Do With Arbroath.