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I no longer carried a badge but I still carried a thousand different habits and instincts that came with the badge. Like a reformed smoker whose hand digs inside his shirt pocket for the fix that is no longer there, I constantly found myself reaching in my pocket for the comfort of the badge. – Michael Connelly through Harry Bosch.
I still have some habits that I carry from my time on the streets. I still stand to the side of the door when I knock on a friend’s door. I didn’t think too much about that until a friend mentioned it to me. When I go to any store, large or small, I watch people. Does everything look normal? I look for all the exits as I walk through the store. When I walk out to the parking lot, I scan the lot. Training and observation is still a constant routine.
I do not get involved with people. I don’t have any backup now; besides, I’ve had my fill of dealing with people I didn’t know.
I know of one officer who tried to stop a driver that was speeding and seemed to be intoxicated, crossing the centerline and the fog line on the right-hand side of the road multiple times. For whatever reason, the driver entered the drive-thru lane of a fast-food restaurant. He was stopped and pinned by the vehicle in front of him.
As the officer walked toward the driver’s door of the pickup truck, he looked into the bed of the truck. He noticed a shoe that was not covered by the tarp in the bed of the truck. He lifted a corner of the tarp and saw a foot attached to the shoe. Lifting the tarp again, there was a leg attached to the foot and shoe. He went from zero to a hundred on the adrenaline meter. His traffic stop became a felony stop. The driver had murdered his girlfriend, and I suppose he was too lazy to use a shovel.
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