The First Homicide
I was en route to the station in the wee morning hours when dispatch radioed. Right at shift change; just as I was thinking I'd be on my way home in another twenty minutes.
Dispatch: "Greenville 14."
Me: "14."
Dispatch: "Possible 10-51 by the railroad track at Lee and Wright."
Me: "Received, direct. 14 en route."
Sigh. A drunk. If the person was too inebriat…
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