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If they haven't thought of it already, I want to make an arrest plan so that all of us are on the same page when we hit this guy's house tomorrow. If we get there early, say around six o'clock in the morning, we should catch him in bed.
I don't even remember driving to the hospital, except that it took forever. I ran into the ER hoping to see Grossman taking care of Joe, but that was not the case.
Hi Mac, I'm doing okay...I guess. Beth decided to go to work rather than hang around the house with me. I guess that I'm probably not the best company right now.
She had dozed off while working at her desk. The past few days with Pete home at night life had been miserable. The both of them hardly slept. There was an uneasy silence that was as deafening as the roar of the ocean.
Sally and her boyfriend, The Hammer, exited the Dan Ryan Expressway enroute to the Daley Center Traffic Court. Sal had a plan that would save his girl "big bucks" by not needing to retain a lawyer to represent her.
Taking another gulp of vodka from the flask, she quickly put the top back on it so that she could put it back in her purse. But she wasn't quick enough-just as she was about to hide it, Patty walked in.
The house was quiet which I had become accustomed to before the separation, but it was a different quiet now, one that was not soothing or welcome. Beth had taken many of her things and was staying at her parents' home in Beverly.
We rolled out of the lot heading westbound on 63rd Street. I took the wheel for the first four hours; Marilyn had the paperwork. "How ‘bout a coffee?" I asked. I was about to say that's how Joe and I always started our tour, but caught myself before the words came out.
We rolled through the rest of the shift without much excitement. We spotted a couple of curfew violators trying to make it home through the alleys before any cops spotted them. We wrote them up and brought them home, but their parents seemed already used to the drill and didn't seem to be very disturbed about their sons being brought home by the cops, other than having to get out of bed to answer the door. We'd likely be seeing more of their boys in the months and years ahead.
It was close to noon by the time I got home from the hospital. Before I left I sat down with Captain Steele and gave him an informal statement as to the facts surrounding the incident.