Chicago Warriors: The Hammer

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Sal Rosato stormed into the station like a tornado ripping across the Midwest plains, "What the fuck is goin' on here Shannon? Why did you lock up my girlfriend; haven't you ever heard of ‘professional courtesy'?"

Right or wrong, a practice known as professional courtesy exists that involves cops giving other cops and family members a break if they are stopped for minor traffic offenses.

Sal was mad, well that was putting it mildly-he was steaming, like a boiler that had just reached its capacity.

"Settle down Sal..."

"Fuck you-you settle down! I should kick your ass right now. You knew Sally was my girl but you stopped her anyway!"

Joe piped in, "Sal hold on. First of all we didn't know that she was your girlfriend until after we stopped her-but that wouldn't have made any difference. She was involved in a hit and run; there was an ‘all-call' out on her vehicle."

"What did she hit?"

"She side-swiped two parked cars on 59th Kedzie. There were three guys on the corner that saw her do it. They happened to be coming out of Tracey's Bar after it closed. They called 9-1-1 right away with a description of the car."

I could see that this explanation wasn't penetrating Sal's rock hard attitude. The fact that he was up at four o'clock in the morning on his day off wasn't helping matters either.

"So Einstein, you do a traffic accident report then let her walk. She's got insurance; happens all the time!"
"It's not that simple Sal, she was drunk-she blew a .14 on the breathalyzer."

" fucking buried her man! Now she's gonna have to hire a freakin' mouthpiece to go to court with her-that's gonna cost her five grand! She don't have that kinda dough!"

Just then Mac walked in.

"What's all the commotion about in here? Sounds like a bunch of street idiots trying to out-yell each other."
"Sarge these two assholes just locked up my girlfriend!"
"Keep your voice down Rosato, I'm standing right next to you. Is the blonde woman in the red car your friend?"
"Yeah, we been goin' together for almost two years. She owns a beauty shop right on Kedzie there around 82nd St-she lives above it. She's a business woman, an upstanding member of the community."

"Well, she wasn't very upstanding tonight," Mac said. "In fact when they brought her in she had a very difficult time standing at all."

"Okay, so she had a couple o' drinks, we all do that once in a while."

"Some of us, yes. But most of us don't hit parked cars afterward, and if we do, we know that the proper thing to do is to stop and report the accident. Most of us also don't curse and spit at cops"

"Oh man, this is goin' nowhere. Let me take her home Sarge, what's the bond?"

"Sal, you know the procedures around here. Bond is $500 cash, but she's going to sit for a couple of hours until she sobers up a little."

"I can't believe you Mac. I would never treat one of your people like this...."

"Listen Sal, if any of 'my people' acted in a manner like your friend did, I would expect that you would be professional and handle the incident according to the law."

"Yeah, whatever... Can I go see her?"

"Sure, you know where the lockup's at. But Sal, if you cause any trouble I will not let her bond out. Understood?"

"Yeah Mac, yeah."

Mac walked back to the desk area leaving Joe and me standing there with Sal.

"You haven't heard the last of this Shannon. I don't know who the fuck you think you are...just ‘cause you're on the Tac Team now you think you can go around lockin' up anyone you want? Payback is a bitch pal-watch your back!"

"Are you threatening me Sal?

"I'm just telling you the way it is, ‘brother'...."

It had been a long night. Joe and I checked our equipment back in-radio and shotgun-we gassed up the car for the next crew, and then headed to our personal cars.
"Guys, wait up a minute."

"What's up Mac, more trouble from Sal?"
"No, he's gone. He finally took his friend home; I'm glad to see both of them out of here. Don't quote me, but I don't think this is going to go away any time too soon."
"I agree," said Joe. "I think that both of us need to watch our backs."

"I hope that was all bravado in there-that he's not stupid enough to do anything to retaliate. Keep me in the loop on that."

"Will do Mac, that it?"
"No, while you guys were finishing up your paperwork, a beat car took a report of a robbery/ home invasion."
"Where at?"

"85th and St. Louis, right here in The Lawn."
"The guys from Morgan Park?"

Mac read from the report in his hand: "Two subjects, one black, one white, hit the husband with a gun and cracked the wife with a vicious right. Both had to go to Little Company Hospital; the husband took 21 stitches to his cheek, the wife had a fractured eye socket and a concussion."

"Anyone see the vehicle?"
"No Joe, but the wife noticed something peculiar."

"She said the white guy wore a ring with a devil on it."

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John Wills spent 2 years in the U.S. Army before serving 12 years with the Chicago Police Department (CPD). He left the CPD to become an FBI Special Agent, working organized crime, violent crime, and drugs.  John Wills is an author of Chicago Warriors: Midnight Battles in the Windy City published by

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