THE STORY BEHIND THE BIG ARREST
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Ian Wightman (pronounced White-Man), after
spending some 10 to 15 years working in the Forensic Identification Section,
had made the decision that it was time for a change. He transferred back
into Patrol, a place he had not worked since early in his career. While
working one night, only about his third week back on the street, a radio
broadcast came over that The Subway Bandit had just struck again. This
guy earned his nickname for his fascination with doing armed robberies
of Subway Sandwich Restaurants.
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A licence plate number was broadcast and as
fate would have it, the suspect car was right in front of Ian. He broadcast
that he was behind the suspect and at this point the suspect took off.
Well, we have a policy of no chases, so the guy was quickly gaining ground
and made a quick right turn into a McDonald’s Restaurant parking lot and
continued through to the lane.
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Ian attempted the same turn, but unfortunately
a rather large dumpster was in the way and got hammered pretty good. Not
to be deterred, Ian backed out of the wreckage, with his fender dragging
and pulled into the lane where he saw the suspect vehicle dumped. A citizen
was waving madly and pointing up the street. Ian pulled up to the guy and
ordered him into the car, and sped off to search for the suspect. This
went on for a few minutes until radio broadcast an updated description
of the suspect.
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To Ian’s horror, the description matched exactly
to the guy sitting right beside him in hiss own police unit. Ian jumped
out and as cover units arrived, they took the suspect down at gunpoint,
from the passenger seat of Ian’s police car. Hey, nobody ever said we catch
the smart crooks.
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Anyway, inevitably, my mysterious sources
passed the information along to me for consideration of a poem. Being that
Ian has been around as long as me, and is in fact an Academy classmate,
I couldn’t resist.
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