cosmetics.
I dialed Wally and asked if the woman had purchased anything.
“Nope, same as usual.”
“Good. Then I think we’ve got her.”
I noticed there was a cement trash receptacle on the curb beside the parking spot she had chosen.
Seeing that there was no way she could bail out of the passenger door, I pulled up beside her and rolled down my window.
She had just started her car and was about to pull away from the curb when I blocked her escape.
She had a disgusted look on her face as she rolled down her window.
“Look asshole, if you want this parking spot, you’re going to have to let me get out.”
“Actually, I don’t want your parking spot. What I’d like to see are the register receipts for the cosmetics you just carried out of the store.”
Her look of disgust turned into an expression of panic and then resignation as she saw that both of her doors were blocked.
“Okay, you got me. Can we talk about this?”
“Nothing to talk about. You’re a shoplifter and you’re going to jail.”
“Are you a cop?”
“Nope, but I know a guy who is.”
I dialed Ox’s cell phone.
“Hey ex-partner, are you anywhere close to Wally Bunker’s pharmacy?”
“Hi Walt. We’re five minutes away. Why?”
“How would you like a shoplifting collar?”
“Actually, I’d rather have a donut, but we’ll be right there.”
A few minutes later, Ox and his new partner pulled up in our old black & white.
“Walt, I’d like you to meet Amanda Parrish.”
A slender blonde with her hair pulled back in a bun stuck out her hand. “So glad to finally meet you. I feel like I know you already. You’re all my new partner talks about.”
“Good to meet you, too. I hope you’re taking good care of my old friend. He needs all the help he can get.”
“Okay, enough of the chatter,” Ox intervened. “What have we got here?”
Wally had just joined us and we explained what had transpired.
“So Wally, you’re willing to press charges?” Ox asked.
“Absolutely! This gal is a pro and she needs to be put away.”
“Good enough for me. Walt, move your car and we’ll get this little lady in cuffs.”
I moved my car and Ox was reading the gal her Miranda rights when she turned on him and planted her foot squarely in his groin.
He let out a moan and crumpled to his knees, and the shoplifter sped off across the parking lot.
Amanda took off after her and brought her down with a flying tackle about twenty-five yards away.
Ox was still on the ground wheezing and trying to catch his breath when she returned, pushing the gal now bruised and in handcuffs.
“I guess we can add assaulting an officer to our shoplifting charge,” she said, helping Ox to his feet.
“Nice work, Officer,” I said. “Looks like my old partner is in good hands.”
“All in a day’s work,” she said, shoving the gal into the back seat of the cruiser. She was trying to act tough, but my compliment brought a smile to her face.
“You might want to put some ice on those guys,” Wally said, pointing to Ox’s crotch, “and I’d be happy to throw in some pain medication.”
“No, no medicine, but thanks for the offer. I’ll definitely be stopping by Quick Trip for a bag of ice.”
After the cruiser pulled away, Wally said, “Good job, Walt. What do I owe you?”
I hadn’t really thought about it.
“Not a thing. I’m just happy that I could help a friend.”
“Nonsense,” he replied. “I want to do something for you. How about a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant for you and Maggie? You wouldn’t turn that down, would you?”
“No, I guess that would be okay.”
“Great. Listen, Walt. Now that you’re not in
I dialed Wally and asked if the woman had purchased anything.
“Nope, same as usual.”
“Good. Then I think we’ve got her.”
I noticed there was a cement trash receptacle on the curb beside the parking spot she had chosen.
Seeing that there was no way she could bail out of the passenger door, I pulled up beside her and rolled down my window.
She had just started her car and was about to pull away from the curb when I blocked her escape.
She had a disgusted look on her face as she rolled down her window.
“Look asshole, if you want this parking spot, you’re going to have to let me get out.”
“Actually, I don’t want your parking spot. What I’d like to see are the register receipts for the cosmetics you just carried out of the store.”
Her look of disgust turned into an expression of panic and then resignation as she saw that both of her doors were blocked.
“Okay, you got me. Can we talk about this?”
“Nothing to talk about. You’re a shoplifter and you’re going to jail.”
“Are you a cop?”
“Nope, but I know a guy who is.”
I dialed Ox’s cell phone.
“Hey ex-partner, are you anywhere close to Wally Bunker’s pharmacy?”
“Hi Walt. We’re five minutes away. Why?”
“How would you like a shoplifting collar?”
“Actually, I’d rather have a donut, but we’ll be right there.”
A few minutes later, Ox and his new partner pulled up in our old black & white.
“Walt, I’d like you to meet Amanda Parrish.”
A slender blonde with her hair pulled back in a bun stuck out her hand. “So glad to finally meet you. I feel like I know you already. You’re all my new partner talks about.”
“Good to meet you, too. I hope you’re taking good care of my old friend. He needs all the help he can get.”
“Okay, enough of the chatter,” Ox intervened. “What have we got here?”
Wally had just joined us and we explained what had transpired.
“So Wally, you’re willing to press charges?” Ox asked.
“Absolutely! This gal is a pro and she needs to be put away.”
“Good enough for me. Walt, move your car and we’ll get this little lady in cuffs.”
I moved my car and Ox was reading the gal her Miranda rights when she turned on him and planted her foot squarely in his groin.
He let out a moan and crumpled to his knees, and the shoplifter sped off across the parking lot.
Amanda took off after her and brought her down with a flying tackle about twenty-five yards away.
Ox was still on the ground wheezing and trying to catch his breath when she returned, pushing the gal now bruised and in handcuffs.
“I guess we can add assaulting an officer to our shoplifting charge,” she said, helping Ox to his feet.
“Nice work, Officer,” I said. “Looks like my old partner is in good hands.”
“All in a day’s work,” she said, shoving the gal into the back seat of the cruiser. She was trying to act tough, but my compliment brought a smile to her face.
“You might want to put some ice on those guys,” Wally said, pointing to Ox’s crotch, “and I’d be happy to throw in some pain medication.”
“No, no medicine, but thanks for the offer. I’ll definitely be stopping by Quick Trip for a bag of ice.”
After the cruiser pulled away, Wally said, “Good job, Walt. What do I owe you?”
I hadn’t really thought about it.
“Not a thing. I’m just happy that I could help a friend.”
“Nonsense,” he replied. “I want to do something for you. How about a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant for you and Maggie? You wouldn’t turn that down, would you?”
“No, I guess that would be okay.”
“Great. Listen, Walt. Now that you’re not in
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