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your hair.”
He turned to go and Mrs. Corsini followed him out to the door, telling him to be careful. When he was outside again she latched the hook on the frame. The Deputy walked out into the street, strolling around the back bumper of the Lincoln. After coming to a stop in front of the colossus dark-haired man he cleared his throat.
“Excuse me sir. I don’t know if you noticed but your vehicle is parked illegally.”
The towering brute turned his head and looked at the Lincoln like it was the first time he had ever laid eyes on it, then he shrugged and took a slurp from his drink. He neither said anything to the Deputy nor acknowledged his presence beyond that.
“Look sir, it’s a hot day so I’m going to let you off with a warning. I think you’d better get back in your car and move along. What do you say?”
In response the big ape in the tank top just stood there, impassive as a stone monument. The Deputy put a hand on the pair of handcuffs linked to his belt and shifted his weight so as to appear more assertive. It did not work.
“I gave you a real nice chance to just get on out of here but if you want to play the hardass we can do that too. Last chance now. Get in your vehicle and go.”
Bending his head down, the giant man put his lips to the straw and sucked up a mouthful of iced coffee, then spit it out in the Deputy’s face. Larry Pembroke flustered and wiped the cold, sweet liquid out of his eyes and then reached back to his belt to pull the cuffs out. But before he could get them loose the big man dropped the drink and grabbed him by the throat. Back inside the bakery, Mrs. Corsini shrieked and picked up the phone to dial 911.
The enormous hands were clasped tight over his throat, but the Deputy still managed to squeak out a few words.
“You… are… under…. arrest… you have… the right… to remain...”
Larry Pembroke was unable to finish reading the perpetrator his Miranda Rights. He lost his wind and blacked out, then drooped forward unconscious. The big ape pulled the Deputy’s head back and then pushed forward, slamming his face onto the roof of the Lincoln. He let the Deputy fall down and lie prostrate on the pavement. Mrs. Corsini was frantic, describing the scene as it unfolded. When Deputy Pembroke went down face-first to the ground she become nearly hysterical and begged for the operator to get a SWAT team and call out the National Guard. The operator promised that help was on the way. After she hung up Mrs. Corsini’s hands went scouring through the shelf of cheese Danishes. She ate one fast and then grabbed another one.
Instead of running away or driving off like a sensible person, the giant violent just leaned his weight against the Lincoln.
Backup arrived less than a minute later. Mrs. Corsini watched two officers get out of the car and point their weapons at the assailant. They told him to put his hands in the air and get down on his knees. When he refused they shot him with the taser and he collapsed, jittering and flopping like a fish on a riverbank.
The Montville Police department cuffed the assailant and forced him into the back of a squad car with some effort. At the station when they were processing him he refused to speak in his defense, or even give them so much as his name. The intake officer finally had to reach into his pocket and take out his wallet. She found the man’s New York state driver’s license and set it down next to the keyboard. She had been working at the Montville station for many years and her eyesight was starting to desert her. Squinting at the name, she hunted for the right key and pecked them one at a time with her index finger.
Under the heading identification she typed:
I-D-2-0-9-4-4-7-2-9-7
Then she read the name printed on the license and entered it into the system:
L-E-O-N-I-D- SPACE -Y-E-N-O-T-I-N.
…
Detective Bollier was in bed when she got
He turned to go and Mrs. Corsini followed him out to the door, telling him to be careful. When he was outside again she latched the hook on the frame. The Deputy walked out into the street, strolling around the back bumper of the Lincoln. After coming to a stop in front of the colossus dark-haired man he cleared his throat.
“Excuse me sir. I don’t know if you noticed but your vehicle is parked illegally.”
The towering brute turned his head and looked at the Lincoln like it was the first time he had ever laid eyes on it, then he shrugged and took a slurp from his drink. He neither said anything to the Deputy nor acknowledged his presence beyond that.
“Look sir, it’s a hot day so I’m going to let you off with a warning. I think you’d better get back in your car and move along. What do you say?”
In response the big ape in the tank top just stood there, impassive as a stone monument. The Deputy put a hand on the pair of handcuffs linked to his belt and shifted his weight so as to appear more assertive. It did not work.
“I gave you a real nice chance to just get on out of here but if you want to play the hardass we can do that too. Last chance now. Get in your vehicle and go.”
Bending his head down, the giant man put his lips to the straw and sucked up a mouthful of iced coffee, then spit it out in the Deputy’s face. Larry Pembroke flustered and wiped the cold, sweet liquid out of his eyes and then reached back to his belt to pull the cuffs out. But before he could get them loose the big man dropped the drink and grabbed him by the throat. Back inside the bakery, Mrs. Corsini shrieked and picked up the phone to dial 911.
The enormous hands were clasped tight over his throat, but the Deputy still managed to squeak out a few words.
“You… are… under…. arrest… you have… the right… to remain...”
Larry Pembroke was unable to finish reading the perpetrator his Miranda Rights. He lost his wind and blacked out, then drooped forward unconscious. The big ape pulled the Deputy’s head back and then pushed forward, slamming his face onto the roof of the Lincoln. He let the Deputy fall down and lie prostrate on the pavement. Mrs. Corsini was frantic, describing the scene as it unfolded. When Deputy Pembroke went down face-first to the ground she become nearly hysterical and begged for the operator to get a SWAT team and call out the National Guard. The operator promised that help was on the way. After she hung up Mrs. Corsini’s hands went scouring through the shelf of cheese Danishes. She ate one fast and then grabbed another one.
Instead of running away or driving off like a sensible person, the giant violent just leaned his weight against the Lincoln.
Backup arrived less than a minute later. Mrs. Corsini watched two officers get out of the car and point their weapons at the assailant. They told him to put his hands in the air and get down on his knees. When he refused they shot him with the taser and he collapsed, jittering and flopping like a fish on a riverbank.
The Montville Police department cuffed the assailant and forced him into the back of a squad car with some effort. At the station when they were processing him he refused to speak in his defense, or even give them so much as his name. The intake officer finally had to reach into his pocket and take out his wallet. She found the man’s New York state driver’s license and set it down next to the keyboard. She had been working at the Montville station for many years and her eyesight was starting to desert her. Squinting at the name, she hunted for the right key and pecked them one at a time with her index finger.
Under the heading identification she typed:
I-D-2-0-9-4-4-7-2-9-7
Then she read the name printed on the license and entered it into the system:
L-E-O-N-I-D- SPACE -Y-E-N-O-T-I-N.
…
Detective Bollier was in bed when she got
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