“I could give you information about who’s killing all those women if you could get me off on good behavior,” coerced Jasper. I visited Jasper ‘Boy’ Murdock at Indian Springs Penitentiary. Thanks!” It’s strange how the streets have a beat and a life of their own. The whore touted, “I ain’t goin’ back to jail, pigs!” “By the way Officer Randel,” said Gramms, one of the street people, “that ‘anti-freeze’ (wink-wink) that you gave us sure kept us warm when it rained. Willy was trying to cajole her into dropping it. Willy, with his gun pointed toward a whore, had her backed up and standing in the bathtub. Ha, ha, ha!” I asked, “Where the hell is Willy?” About that time, I heard, “Can I get some help in here, ple.a.se?” Officer Roscoe, who was cuffing ‘Kat’, jumped from the pile and ran to the bathroom. Arnold stated, “I’ll escort her to jail personally.” I commented, “Arnold thinks Miss La Fleur’s one hot dancin’ mama even put her in the front seat. (Benedict) Arnold criticized him for his behavior. Sheriff Morgan queried, “Did you kill the bastard?” “Frank-3 Enroute!” Rookie Gilmore was trying to hold off Miss La Fleur, whom he was arresting for prostitution when Lt. “Oh, just a little car-jacking on the way over the SOB shot my partner in the chest.” Looking at my uniform, I observed that I was muddy and wet past my knees, my bloody shirt was ripped at the shoulder and at the elbow on my left arm, and I definitely was not squared away. “What the hell happened to you, Officer Randel?” asked Undersheriff Collins. Damn, I’m good, I thought, always on time. PREVIEW THE CALL The big clock in the hall showed that is was 1:59 p.m. CLICK HERE TO GET BOOK Book FRANK-3 ENROUTE Description/Summary:
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