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his heel and walked over to the area where the metallic object had been thrown.
The Captain stormed angrily over to the medic who had been seriously roughed up in a matter of seconds by multiple officers who already had him in handcuffs and back on his feet.
“Who were you talking to?!” the Captain roared.
The question surprised Steve. He never heard the medic say a word. Then he looked down at the large metallic pieces that lay in close proximity by his feet and understood.
There were about five pieces of what used to be a cellular phone. Steve collected the pieces and walked back over to where the Captain was hollering at the medic.
“I said, who were you talking to?”
Terror filled the eyes of the medic who looked as if at any moment he might start to cry. The Captain had that effect on people when he wanted.
"No one! I swear!” the man begged.
“Listen asshole, this isn’t second grade and the ‘I don’t know’ answers aren’t going to fly. I saw you with the cell phone to your ear and I saw you talking into it. This area has been sealed off with no information to leave the scene!” The Captain ripped the I.D. badge off of the lapel of the medic’s white paramedic shirt.
“Josh,” he read. “Okay Josh, right now your job with Mercy Ambulances, whose people I know always respect crime scenes and the need for confidentiality, is over. Now if you don’t want to be brought up on charges I want to know who you were talking to and I want to know now!”
Before Josh could answer the Captain heard a sound behind him.
“Bleep-boop.”
Turning, he saw Steve handing over to him a reassembled cell phone. The sound was the cell phone powering up.
“No cell phone I ever owned could have survived that. Mine seem to be permanently damaged if they fall out of my pocket.” Smiling, the Captain accepted the phone from Steve.
“The display screen is broken, but I have a friend who owns this model phone. Hit the menu button, then the down arrow twice, then press “OK” and hit send.”
The Captain did as he was instructed. “What am I doing?”
“Redialing the last number,” Steve said with a grin. “Would you mind also hitting the speaker phone button on the bottom right of the keypad?”
“Wait! That’s my phone! Don’t you need a warrant or something?” The medic protested vehemently as he was systematically wrestled to the ground again by the multiple hands holding onto him.
Those still standing leaned in, attempting to hear as the line connected and began to ring. Before the third ring the line was answered by a voicemail system.
“You have reached the Los Angeles Times Crime Reporting Division. If you know the extension of your party, please enter it now.”
A collective groan escaped from everyone in earshot of the cell phone.
Chapter 7
“I do not take kindly to this lack of cooperation with law enforcement. Let me give you some forewarning. If your paper releases anything before I give the go-ahead I can assure you that any previous privileges your company has enjoyed in the past will disappear. I don’t care how important you think this story is or how important your editor is supposed to be!”
The Captain slammed his folding cell phone shut reminding Steve how he probably would have slammed the receiver down on his office phone into its cradle if they were back at the precinct.
“Well, some disease control or biological agent type crew is en route. The Times is threatening to run the story as some kind of biological terrorist attack unless the LAPD makes a claim to the contrary. This is the kind of thing that puts me in a position to get bitten however I move.”
The Captain was hot, really steaming and twice as animated. Steve wanted to get into the game, but was unsure how the Captain wanted to proceed.
“Where do you want me on this Cap?”
The Captain had been pacing furiously across a fifteen-foot expanse of dance floor, stopping short with Steve’s use of
The Captain stormed angrily over to the medic who had been seriously roughed up in a matter of seconds by multiple officers who already had him in handcuffs and back on his feet.
“Who were you talking to?!” the Captain roared.
The question surprised Steve. He never heard the medic say a word. Then he looked down at the large metallic pieces that lay in close proximity by his feet and understood.
There were about five pieces of what used to be a cellular phone. Steve collected the pieces and walked back over to where the Captain was hollering at the medic.
“I said, who were you talking to?”
Terror filled the eyes of the medic who looked as if at any moment he might start to cry. The Captain had that effect on people when he wanted.
"No one! I swear!” the man begged.
“Listen asshole, this isn’t second grade and the ‘I don’t know’ answers aren’t going to fly. I saw you with the cell phone to your ear and I saw you talking into it. This area has been sealed off with no information to leave the scene!” The Captain ripped the I.D. badge off of the lapel of the medic’s white paramedic shirt.
“Josh,” he read. “Okay Josh, right now your job with Mercy Ambulances, whose people I know always respect crime scenes and the need for confidentiality, is over. Now if you don’t want to be brought up on charges I want to know who you were talking to and I want to know now!”
Before Josh could answer the Captain heard a sound behind him.
“Bleep-boop.”
Turning, he saw Steve handing over to him a reassembled cell phone. The sound was the cell phone powering up.
“No cell phone I ever owned could have survived that. Mine seem to be permanently damaged if they fall out of my pocket.” Smiling, the Captain accepted the phone from Steve.
“The display screen is broken, but I have a friend who owns this model phone. Hit the menu button, then the down arrow twice, then press “OK” and hit send.”
The Captain did as he was instructed. “What am I doing?”
“Redialing the last number,” Steve said with a grin. “Would you mind also hitting the speaker phone button on the bottom right of the keypad?”
“Wait! That’s my phone! Don’t you need a warrant or something?” The medic protested vehemently as he was systematically wrestled to the ground again by the multiple hands holding onto him.
Those still standing leaned in, attempting to hear as the line connected and began to ring. Before the third ring the line was answered by a voicemail system.
“You have reached the Los Angeles Times Crime Reporting Division. If you know the extension of your party, please enter it now.”
A collective groan escaped from everyone in earshot of the cell phone.
Chapter 7
“I do not take kindly to this lack of cooperation with law enforcement. Let me give you some forewarning. If your paper releases anything before I give the go-ahead I can assure you that any previous privileges your company has enjoyed in the past will disappear. I don’t care how important you think this story is or how important your editor is supposed to be!”
The Captain slammed his folding cell phone shut reminding Steve how he probably would have slammed the receiver down on his office phone into its cradle if they were back at the precinct.
“Well, some disease control or biological agent type crew is en route. The Times is threatening to run the story as some kind of biological terrorist attack unless the LAPD makes a claim to the contrary. This is the kind of thing that puts me in a position to get bitten however I move.”
The Captain was hot, really steaming and twice as animated. Steve wanted to get into the game, but was unsure how the Captain wanted to proceed.
“Where do you want me on this Cap?”
The Captain had been pacing furiously across a fifteen-foot expanse of dance floor, stopping short with Steve’s use of
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