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Bayou City Blues Chapter 1

Rashard “Stone” Williams walked into the downtown bar looking for his old friend. The bar was packed with people enjoying their drinks and laughing loudly among themselves. He walked through the establishment, turning his head back and forth.  There was sports memorabilia all over the walls of the bar. As Rashard approached, his friend jumped out of his seat.

“Stone, what’s going on?” asked Gentry.

  “Damn. It’s been a long time. I can’t believe you got the Marine Corps to give you orders to San Antonio.”

 “Hell, man, I wanted an easy duty station. There ain’t nothing like recruiting,” laughed Gentry as both men took a seat at the table.

“I bet you getting all kinds of recruits in the Corps. I know you loving San Antonio. It’s some pretty ladies out there.”

“I’m doing my thing. I can’t complain. Oh yeah, it’s some pretty ladies in San Antonio, but I’ve settled down, Stone. I got my queen at the house. I just had a baby girl six months ago,” smiled Gentry.

“Congrats man. What’s her name?”

“Her name is Patricia and she was born with a head full of hair. She was 5 pounds, 14 ounces.”

“That is incredible! Ol’ Gentry, a daddy now.”

The men were friends before the Marine Corps and were both from Montgomery. They attended the same high school and both went into the military after they graduated. Their friendship intensified when they found themselves fighting on the front lines in Iraq.  

“I can’t believe you a cop out here in Houston. I heard ‘bout you and what happened back home. Organized crime in Montgomery, who would have thought it?” asked Gentry in a sarcastic tone.

“Who said politicians don’t commit crimes?” smiled Rashard.

“Stone, out here bringing down rich gangsters.” 

“Can I get two beers at this table?” asked Rashard flagging down an attractive waitress to their table.

“I heard that you are on a special task force out here in Houston,” said Gentry.

“Yeah, my squad goes after the worst killers out here. The criminals call us the Ghost Squad, because they say they never see us coming.”

 The pretty waitress came to the table with their beers in hand.

“Is there anything else I can get you gentlemen?” asked the pretty brown eyed waitress.

“Well, Brittany,” said Gentry reading her name tag, “after we finish these beers, you can bring over a pitcher of Budweiser. I hope you’re our waitress tonight.”  

The waitress had a dark brown complexion with an extremely attractive body. Her face was beautiful and she had a smile that would light up any room. 

“Yeah, sweetie, I will be here all night,” she said flirting with Gentry.

She turned quickly around and headed for another table. The two men continued their conversation.

“Don’t you miss the Marines?” asked Gentry.

“Yeah, I do sometimes. I miss going to all those different countries and I miss the action. Being a cop on this task force is almost as exciting as being a Leatherneck.”

“I’m going to retire as a U.S. Marine. I love the military life, Stone. This is what I’m good at. This is my gift. I don’t mind being an infantry Marine.”

“I hear you, man. I’m glad you love it. It wasn’t bad for me and it gave me a chance to get out of the neighborhood. Shit, who would ever think cats like me and you would be in Singapore? We’ve been all over the world,” said Rashard with a smile on his face.

“Man, do you remember those girls we met when we got off the ship?” asked Gentry.

“Damn, they were fine. I remember those two very well.”

“Hell, I may move to Singapore when I retire from the Corps.”

“Damn, Singapore got you sprung like that?” asked Rashard.

“Naw. I just like that country. I want to live overseas; I got a taste for that lifestyle.”

“I hear you. You sound like my other friend Maxwell. The boy went to Japan and never came back. Married a beautiful Japanese girl and still lives in Okinawa.”

“That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout bro,” said Gentry with a laugh.

“Let’s make a toast to all our lost brothers,” said Rashard.

The two men clanged their beer bottles together. Both of the men tipped their bottles over spilling some beer on the floor of the bar. This was an act of respect for their fallen comrade Scott. Lance Corporal Scott fought with the two men in Iraq. He was killed in action in a town called Nasiriyah.

“Scott was a good Marine,” said Rashard

“Shit, Stone, he was a damn good Marine.”

“Have you talked to anyone else that was out there with us?” asked Rashard.

“Gunnery Sergeant Smiley is now Master Gunnery Sergeant.”

“That’s cool. Is he still crazy?”

“Hell yeah, Stone, you know that motherfucker is always going to be crazy.”

The two men continued to talk and enjoy each other’s company. The mix of cold beers and sports highlights on the big screen televisions relaxed them. No one in the packed bar seemed to notice anything odd about the two men that walked into the bar. The men walked up to the hostess booth and eyed the bar for a familiar face. The men did not look out of place with jackets on, because it was a cool September night.

The two Hispanic men walked over to a table where three black men and a woman were talking and drinking beer. The happy group never noticed the approaching strangers.

“Are you Ice?” asked one of the Hispanic men.

“Who the fuck wants to know?” asked Ice eyeing both men coldly.

“Do you know these fucking clowns?” asked a man at Ice’s table.

“We’re here to collect!” screamed the other Hispanic man.

The three men were surprised when the Hispanics pulled automatic weapons from their jackets. The armed men opened fire without any hesitation. The sound of automatic gunfire surprised the other patrons of the bar. People in the area screamed and dove for cover hoping not to be victims of the heartless shooters. Bullets sprayed the three men and the young woman who were sitting at the table. Blood appeared from everywhere as the assassins terminated their targets with extreme precision.

“Get the fuck down!” screamed Rashard as he and Gentry dove to the floor.

Rashard reached for his back up pistol which he had in an ankle holster.

He and Gentry sprang into action trying to reach the front area of the sports bar and took cover behind a huge bar booth.

“Freeze! H.P.D.! Drop them fucking guns!” screamed Rashard as he got up from his covered position.

 Rashard’s gun was drawn and it was pointed at the shooters. The two gunmen were surprised to hear someone yell “police.” They quickly turned on their heels. Rashard wasted no time and shot twice, hitting one of the shooters in the middle of his chest. The man was thrown violently backward to the ground from the shots, which killed him instantly.     

The other gunman screamed out in anger and started firing wildly at the officer. Rashard dove out of the way of the wild gunfire. The shooter continued shooting at Rashard as he ran out the front door of the bar. The officer returned fire but did not hit the fleeing man.

“Stone, Stone, I’m hit!” screamed Gentry.

Rashard looked over to see his friend bleeding heavily from his stomach. Both of Gentry’s hands were covered in dark blood that was gushing out of the open wound.

“Man, I can’t believe I got shot in the States. Ain’t that some shit?”

“Be cool. An ambulance is on the way. Stay with me, Marine!” said Rashard as he cradled the injured man in his arms.

Rashard tried desperately to keep calm and not panic. Within a matter of minutes police officers and ambulance workers ran into the bullet-riddled bar. They were trying desperately to care for the injured and traumatized survivors.

“I need some help over here!” yelled Rashard.

Two paramedics ran over to help Gentry.

“We need a stretcher! This guy has a serious abdominal wound!” yelled one of the paramedics.

Gentry was quickly placed on the stretcher. Rashard walked out of the building with his friend as he was loaded into the ambulance.

“Call my wife, Stone. Let her know I’m OK,” said Gentry as he handed Rashard his cell phone.

The doors of the emergency vehicle were then closed and the injured Marine was ready to be transported. 

“Is he going to make it? What hospital will he be at?” asked Rashard.

“It’s hard to tell. Stomach wounds can be fatal. He will be at Lone Star Memorial,” said the paramedic hurrying to the front of the emergency vehicle.

“Fuck!” yelled Rashard out of frustration.

Rashard watched the ambulance until it disappeared into the darkness. He had just seen one of his oldest friends taken away with a life threatening injury. The event seemed surreal to him and he had to make himself walk back into the sports bar.

There were a number of officers inside the bar by this time. People were being questioned about what they had witnessed.

“What the fuck happened in here? Can you explain how you’re always around when some shit goes down Stone?” screamed downtown patrol supervisor, Lieutenant Diaz, eyeing Rashard closely.

Lieutenant Diaz was Rashard’s supervisor before he joined the Ghost Squad.

“I was here with a military buddy having a few drinks. All of a sudden we hear gunshots. The second shooter was about six foot maybe 170 pounds. He was a young Hispanic male and he had a black jacket on with a hood; the guy had a shaved bald head with a thick goatee. He looked to be in his early 30s.”

Lieutenant Diaz radioed the suspect’s description in to the dispatch operator. The operator then alerted patrol officers to be on the lookout for the dangerous suspect. They were told to use extreme caution if they encountered the shooter.     

“We got four dead men in here and one woman. We’re not sure if this was random or a hit. Hell, guess it’s good you got one. You Ghost Squad motherfuckers are always involved in some shit.”

“Like I said, sir! I was here relaxing and the place got shot up. I reacted and tried to stop these fucking idiots!” said Rashard annoyed, pointing at the dead gunman he had killed.

“Do you know who the victims are?” asked Diaz.

“I don’t have a fucking clue about any of these people.”

“I recognize this guy. This is Devin Dennis. Everyone calls him ‘Ice’ on the streets. He runs with the Fifth Ward Mafia. I busted him for having a pistol a few years back. Damn, I guess who ever had it in for him wanted to make a serious statement.”

“I think this shit was beyond a statement. This was too bold to be something random. There were at least thirty witnesses in this bar,” said Rashard.

The Fifth Ward Mafia was a local street gang that operated in the Fifth Ward, which was in the northeast part of the city. The gang usually was involved in drug dealing, weapons trafficking, and home invasions.

“I’m pretty sure they were after Ice. He is one of the shot callers for the gang,” said Diaz.

Both men looked at the carnage that was left at that table. The victim’s bodies were twisted into gruesome positions. There were puddles of blood on the table and on the floor of the bar. Crime scene investigators were scrambling to identify the rest of the victims. The only person with no identification was the man that Rashard had killed.

“Crime in this city never sleeps,” said Talley, who was with the coroner’s office.

“What can you tell us ‘bout that guy?” asked Rashard pointing at the dead gunman.

“Well, Stone. I can tell you he’s dead.” said Talley sarcastically.

“Look, dumb ass! Do your fucking job! Ain’t shit funny ‘bout these bodies! Get your head outta your ass and get these fucking people in the morgue!” yelled Diaz.

Talley started to move with a new found since of urgency. He did not want to get on the lieutenant’s bad side. 

“Stone, you know the drill. We got to go to headquarters,” said Diaz.

Rashard was very aware of the procedure. He knew that his supervisor, Sergeant Smith, would be contacted. His major concern was the identity of the hit man he had killed.

 “What organization is bold enough to do something like this?” asked Rashard to himself.

 He was also concerned about Gentry’s welfare. It was supposed to be a regular night on the town and something like this happens. The odds of a major shootout happening were slim to none, but it was just his bad luck. At that moment he felt like the unluckiest man on the planet. 

King James and Bobby Rodgers interview on Tangled Webs

King James and Bobby Rodgers: We wanted to write a drama filled story. We had noticed that the females really loved books like that. So we wanted to branch out and do something different.
We both usually write crime novels with police officers and gangsters. Tangled Webs was stepping out of the box for us. The book has two different stories in it that everyone can relate to and enjoy.
JP: What sets Tangled Webs apart from other books in the same genre?
KJ and BR: We don’t think there is another book out there like this one. These stories are totally original, so the reader will get an adventure they never thought they would get.
JP: As an author, what are the keys to your success that led to Tangled Webs getting out to the public?
KJ and BR: We try to use social networks to spread the word and interviews like this also.
JP: As an author, what is your writing process? How long did it take you to start and finish Tangled Webs?
KJ and BR: We are both night-owl writers. It took us a few months to write this book. We actually finished a little earlier than expected.
JP: What’s next for King James and Bobby Rodgers?
KJ and BR: We are both working on new projects. Bobby Rodgers has a vampire book called Blood Throughout the Night, which is currently out through Amazon. King James has a new Rashard “Stone” Williams book coming out called Bayou City Blues.
Bobby has a werewolf book coming soon and King James has a female detective novel coming out, which is based in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina. So be on the look out for these books. Underground Publishing has all types of new and different books coming out very soon.

Vampires

What is the fascination with these eternal creatures of the night?  Vampires have been around for a very long time. One of my favorite 80’s movies was The Lost Boys and one of my all time favorite televisions shows was Forever Knight. A few nights ago I watched Fright Night, which was a remake of the 80’s cult film. I enjoyed it and I liked the fact that the original vampire from the old movie made a cameo appearance.  What do all these movies have in common? Vampires of course. Vampires were the main topics of each of those shows. Vampires seem to be becoming more popular now days. They are everywhere, from movies, regular TV shows, to books.  I can say that I’m not a horror book reader, but I did enjoy reading Blood Throughout the Night. I honestly don’t see vampires ever leaving the human mind. I believe that as time goes on we will see more creatures of the night.  Check out this new adventure all about vampires Blood Throughout the Night by Bobby Rodgers.

Blood Throughout the Night Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Jack and Justin Black were cousins, but they were close like brothers. They had been around each other since they were small children. Justin idealized his older cousin. Whatever Jack did, Justin would eventually follow. They were now grown men enjoying college life. Both of them were handsome and known to be womanizers. Everyone referred to them as “pretty boys,” clean shaven, with light brown complexions and short curly hair. Both of the cousins stood 6’2” with athletic muscular builds.

The cousins loved to party and would usually bounce around to several parties in one night. One night they were parting at a frat house at Morgan University in the 1100 block of Hillen Road.  They were drinking and having fun when a beautiful woman walked over to Justin. Everyone noticed her beauty when she entered the room. She was 5’10”, light skin with shoulder length hair, and a curvy, voluptuous body. 

She was wearing a light blue blouse, and a short black skirt showing all of her smooth yellow legs. Justin was immediately mesmerized by her beauty and couldn’t believe what just walked up beside him. He just stood there and stared at the woman with a sly grin on his face. He began to look her up and down from head to toe, already imagining her naked and him all over her.

“Hello?  Are you going to get me a drink or just stand there and stare at me?” asked the beautiful woman.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Wait here, I’ll be right back, beautiful.”

Justin walked over and poured some punch mixed with alcohol into a cup and walked back over and handed it to her.

“Here you go, pretty lady.”

“Thanks, Justin, I’m Netty it’s nice to meet you.”

“Whoa, how did you know my name?”

“Who doesn’t know the famous Justin Black? All the girls are talking about how great a lover you are. I must admit you are very handsome.”

“Well what can I say, I aim to please.”

“Is that right Justin, how about we get right to the point? Show me, I’m dying to see what you can do”

“Are you for real?” asked Justin.

“Ooh yeah follow me playboy.”

Netty grabbed Justin by the hand and led him into one of the upstairs bedrooms. Once inside, Netty removed her blouse, bra, and panties. She then lay across the bed and blew kisses at Justin. Justin was completely blown away by Netty’s eagerness and her fine sculptured body. He stood there and staring as his manhood stiffened and became hard as a rock.

He then excitedly removed all of his clothes and walked over to Netty. She pulled him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. She then slid his manhood into her already wet, hot hidden treasure. She rode it up and down, taking in every inch. Justin just lay back and enjoys her warm tight walls. He was moaning from the pleasure he was receiving, while Netty looked down at him.

“How does it feel, baby?” she asked.

“Oh, shit, you feel so good!” 

“It feels good Justin, tell me again how it really feels.”

“It feels good!” said Justin.

Netty picked up her pace; now riding him like a bull. Justin screamed and his body tightened and he exploded inside her. Just before he released his last drop he looked into her eyes which had changed to a dark red color. He also noticed that when she opened her mouth she now had fangs. She bent over very quickly and bit the left side of his neck. Justin had no time to react, blood gushed out of his ripped flesh.

As she drained the blood from him, Justin weakly tried pushing her off, but she was too strong. The bedroom door suddenly opened and his cousin Jack walked in. Justin started waving for help. Netty looked up with blood all over her face, her eyes glowing bright red, she opened her moth revealing sharp fangs. 

Jack, now terrified, turned and ran from the room. Justin tried to call for him, but was losing consciousness. The monster went back to her wounded prey and sucked the last drop out of his body. After Netty was done feasting, she left his lifeless body on the bed. She communicated her thoughts telepathically to her master, King William Green. Justin’s body was then removed and taken back to the King’s home. Justin’s body was placed in the basement in a wooden coffin. They began the wait for him to awaken.

Meanwhile, on the opposite side of town, Jack drove home, still shaken up from what he just witnessed. He couldn’t get the picture out of his mind, his cousin was being slaughtered right in front of him. He felt like a coward, for leaving Justin behind, his actions made him question his manhood. He dismissed it as if it did not happen, but his hands were shaking as he walked into his house and turned on the lights. Before he could lay down his keys he noticed a strange man standing in his living room.

“Who the fuck are you! How you get into my house!”

“I’ve been expecting you, Jack. My name is King William Green.” 

“How do you know my name?” 

“I know everything about you Jack.”

“What do you want?” 

“Jack, you have been chosen to be one of my children.” 

“Look, I don’t know how you got in here, but you better leave before I fuck you up!”

“Ha, ha, that’s funny Jack, now how you going to do that?” 

“Dude you’re crazy, this is the last time I’m going to tell you to leave.” 

“Or you will do what, Jack?”

Jack walked over to the stranger and grabbed him by his shirt. He tried to walk him to the front door, but he did not move. Jack then hit him hard in the face with a closed right fist. The King started to laugh, the punch had no effect on him. Jack tried to hit him again, but the King caught his punch and threw him across the room.

 Jack got up surprised and confused after feeling the stranger’s power. Jack charged the unwanted guest and tried to throw him to the floor, but the King was too strong. Jack was picked up by the throat and slammed to the floor. The wind was knocked out of him. King Green bent down and picked Jack up off the floor. As he turned Jack’s head to the left, long white fangs protruded out of the King’s mouth. He bit Jack’s neck and started sucking his blood at a fast pace. Blood flowed out of his vicious wound, his life was being sucked right out of him. After the King was finished, he turned to mist, leaving his victim’s lifeless body behind. Once the King reached his home he sent some of his followers to retrieve Jack’s body and place it the basement beside his cousin. 

The next day, everybody in the frat house got up slowly after a wild night of partying. One of the frat members, Jason Lewis walked through the house waking everyone up. In the front upstairs bedroom he is shocked to find a large amount of blood all over the bed and floor. Although scared, he managed to snap out of his shock and ran downstairs to call the police. Approximately five minutes later a call was broadcasted by the police dispatcher to the 1800 block of Hillen Road for an injured person.

“KGA (police dispatch) to 424 unit.”

“424 standing by.”

“Respond to 1800 Hillen Road, Morgan University frat house for an injured person.”

“424, 10-4, I’m on the way.”

When 424 unit Officer Ted Moore arrives on the scene, he is taken to the upstairs front master bedroom. Once inside the officer is taken aback by the large amount of blood that he sees. He immediately calls for his supervisor and a DDU (District Detective Unit). Within fifteen minutes, Detective Sunny Rivers and Detective Martin Cantu arrive on the scene.

“Hello officer. What do you have?” asked Detective Cantu of Officer Moore.

“Sir, I received a call for an injured person. Upon my arrival a college student by the name of Jason Lewis took me up upstairs to the front bedroom. There was blood everywhere.”

“Let’s go see what you are talking about, officer,” said Detective Cantu.

Officer Moore led the detectives to the room. When the detectives enter the room they see a large amount of blood all over the bed and floor. They can’t believe the amount of blood, it’s the scene of a massacre. The scene gave both veteran officers goose bumps.

“Damn what happened in here?” asked Detective Cantu.

“It looks like someone got slaughtered in here,” said Detective Rivers.

“Yeah it looks like it, partner, but where is the body?”

“That’s a good question, partner. Looking at the crime scene, it doesn’t look like the victim was dragged or carried out,” said Detective Rivers.

“Officer Moore, bring the college student in, I want to question him,” said Detective Cantu.

Officer Moore returned with the very nervous Jason Lewis.

“Hello Detective. You wanted to see me?” 

“Yes. I’m Detective Cantu and this is my partner Detective Rivers. Can you tell us, what happened in here?”

“I don’t know, Detective I woke up after partying all night and was waking everyone up so they could leave. I came in here and saw blood everywhere, so I called you.”

“Do you know who came into this room?” asked Detective Rivers.

“Detective, the house was packed with people.  It could have been anyone.” 

“Alright I’m going to need the names of everyone who attended this party,” said Detective Rivers.

“Yes, sir, that shouldn’t be a problem I will get it to you as soon as I can,” said Jason. 

“Thank you, sir, and what’s your name?”

“It’s Jason Lewis. I’m chapter president my frat Alpha Psi.”

“Mr. Lewis, we’ll be getting back in touch with you,” said Detective Rivers.

While the detectives were still on the scene crime lab tech Ross arrives on the scene. He starts processing the crime scene and taking photographs. After the detectives are done with their investigation they address the primary officer and get ready to head back to the office.

“Officer, this is a strange case, so for right now just write this up as an injured person and make sure I get a copy of your report before the end of the day,” said Detective Cantu.

“Yes, sir, after my supervisor approves my report I will make you a copy,” said Officer Moore.

New interview with Joey Pinkney

Joey Pinkney: Where did you get the inspiration to write Freedom Is Not Free?
King James: I got my inspiration for this book based on a situation that my father went through. He died in 2009, and I wanted to let the world know what was going on. My father was fighting for fair economic treatment for his neighborhood called Madison Park, which is in Montgomery, AL. The neighborhood is one of the oldest black communities in the Southeast.
JP: What sets Freedom Is Not Free apart from other books in the same genre?
KJ: This book is a mixture of a detective/mystery novel, an urban lit novel, and a conspiracy adventure. My main character Rashard “Stone” Williams was a former gang member that turned his life around. He served in the Iraqi War and was a highly decorated U.S. Marine. The book picks up with him working as a Houston police detective.
JP: As an author, what are the keys to your success that led to Freedom Is Not Free getting out to the public?
KJ: I have to say that using social networking sites and going to book fairs have led to my success. I’m starting to see the fruits of my labor.
JP: As an author, what is your writing process? How long did it take you to start and finish Freedom Is Not Free?
KJ: I usually write at night because I’m a night owl. It took me a few months to finish this book.
JP: What’s next for King James?
KJ: I’ve been making some moves. I have a new book called Tangled Webs, which is written by myself and Bobby Rodgers. The next move for me is putting out a new Rashard “Stone” Williams novel called Bayou City Blues. So if any readers out there love action packed stories check it out.

Tangled Webs By King James & Bobby Rodgers Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The Beginning

Police Officers Rene Carter and Tonya Lewis work uniform patrol in sector 3 in East Baltimore, while their girl Rhonda Harris works sector 2. The girls are sitting in the roll call room laughing and joking around before their shift at 1339 hours (1:39 pm). Lieutenant Bruce Watson walks in the roll call room and everyone stands at attention. Lieutenant Watson then gives instructions to his sector supervisors.

“Shift attention supervisors account for your squads.”

“Sir, sector 1 is accounted for.”

“Sir, sector 2 is accounted for.”

“Sir, sector 3 is accounted for.”

“Everyone have a seat; now the fun part, reading out crime from the previous day. We had a double shooting in sector 3 in the 1100 block of Milton Avenue. An unknown black male walked up and opened fire on several males that were standing on the corner. When roll call is over I want the officers assigned to sector 3 to hit the corners hard, jack anybody up standing around and see if we can get any information on the shooters. Also wanted in sector 3 is Bernard Little, he is a male, black, approximately 20 years old. He is wanted for an armed robbery that occurred in the 1200 block of Patterson Park. If you locate this person bring him back to the district so he can be debriefed by our district detectives. Now all toll supervisors take charge of your squads,” said Lieutenant Watson.

After roll call was done all the officers walk out to the district parking and wait for the midnight shift to come in. Officer Rene Carter is assigned to work 334 car, Officer Tonya Lewis is assigned to work 333 car, and Officer Rhonda Harris is assigned to work 321 car. After relieving the midnight shift the girls drive to a local 7-11 convenience store at Sinclair Lane and Edison Highway. While inside the store KGA (police dispatcher) broadcasts a call for an armed person over the radio.

“Beep, Beep, KGA (police dispatch) to sector 3 units there is an armed person in the 2500 block of E. Chase Street. The suspect is a black male 5’10”, who is wearing a white tee-shirt, blue jeans, and black Nike sneakers. The suspect has a gun inside his front pants.

“KGA (police dispatch) to 333 unit.”

“333 unit standing by.”

“Respond to 2500 Chase Street for the armed person.”

“10-4 (officer acknowledges call).”

“KGA (police dispatch) to 334 unit; back up 333 unit.”

“10-4 I’m on the way.”

Officers Rene Carter and Tonya Lewis run and jump into their patrol cars, turning on their lights and siren as they speed to the armed person call.

On the opposite side of town in the downtown office of the Carter and Dawson law firm, James Carter, a highly respected lawyer, is sitting in his office talking to his best friend and partner, Roland Dawson.

“Come on James, we done for the day, let’s go to the Red Roof lounge and have a few drinks. I was told nothing but fine ladies are up in there.”

“I’ll pass Roland. I have a beautiful woman at home who I love to death, so why would I need to see any other women?”

“Boy, you need to stop being hen peck and grow some balls, there is nothing wrong with checking out the honeys.”

“Roland, I feel sorry for you, if you had what I have at home then you would know where I’m coming from. You would know how happy I am to have a beautiful woman who has my back. I hope you experience being in love once in your life.”

“How you know I never been in love, you acting like you know how I been in all my relationships. I forget you have the perfect relationship excuse me."

“Roland, don’t take what I say personal, I’m just saying I’m happy dog. I wish nothing but the best for you."

“I’m sorry James; I didn’t mean to go off on you. So how do you deal with her doing the type of work she does? She has a dangerous job, I would be nervous every time she left the house.”

“I know how dangerous her job, but I have faith that she will be alright and I know my wife is great at doing her job. As long as she wants to do police work I will support her.”

“James, you know if I get her in court on the witness stand on any of my cases I’m going to tear her a new one.”

“Ha, ha, I expect nothing else from you Roland, my wife is a big girl she can handle anything that comes her way.”

Back in East Baltimore, Officers Carter and Lewis arrived on the scene to an armed person call and was searching for the suspect.

“334 unit to KGA (police dispatch) myself and 333 unit are 10-23 (arrive on scene).”

“10-4 334 unit, everyone keep the radio silent of all transmissions until the armed person call is 10-32 (sufficient units on scene).”

Rene Carter and Tonya Lewis are driving slowly down the 2500 block of Chase Street when they observe a black male standing on the opposite side of the street where a large crowd of people are standing on the corner. As the officers continue driving slowly and get closer they notice that the male standing on the opposite side of street fits the description of the suspect. The suspect doesn’t see the officers driving up to him, so he pulls out a 357 magnum handgun from the front of his pants and points it in the direction of the crowd. He then fires several rounds. Upon hearing the shots the large crowd screams and runs in several different directions to get out of harm’s way. Officer Tonya Lewis screams into her radio that the suspect just discharged his weapon.

“333 unit to KGA (police dispatch) I need a 10-16 (back-up) here the suspect just fired several shots into a crowd of people."

“Beep, Beep, signal 13 (officer needs help) to 2500 Chase Street, suspect discharging weapon into crowd of people,” says police dispatch across the radio."

The suspect, now seeing the officers, runs into an alley in the rear even side of 2500 Chase Street. Officers Rene Carter and Tonya Lewis stop and jump out of their vehicles.  Then with their weapons drawn, they pursue the suspect on foot. Officer Carter starts sprinting up the alley with Officer Lewis right behind her.

“333 unit to KGA (police dispatch): myself and 334 unit are now in foot pursuit of the suspect.”

“KGA (police dispatch) to all units: 333 unit and 334 unit are in foot pursuit of suspect, any unit that arrives on scene assist units 333 and 334.”

Officers Carter and Lewis continue to chase the suspect on foot when they observe him throw a handgun into the yard of one of the homes in the alley. Officer Lewis stops and retrieves the handgun, while Officer Carter continues pursuing the suspect. Officer Carter catches up with the suspect where she grabs him from behind and slams him to the ground. Officer Carter than pulls out her expandable baton and starts beating the suspect; the suspect starts screaming out loud while curling up in a fetal position, indicating that he gives up. Officer Lewis catches up and puts the suspect’s arms behind his back and then cuffs him. As Officer Carter lifts the suspect off the ground, eight additional police cars pull up fast with their lights and sirens on.

“334 unit to KGA (police dispatch).”

“KGA (police dispatch) standing by.”

“10-32 (sufficient units on scene) 2500 Chase Street.”

“KGA (police dispatch) to all units 10-32 at 2500 Chase Street.”

Officer Lewis pulls out the 357 magnum handgun that she recovers.

"334 unit to KGA: I need a 10-14 (prisoner transport vehicle) to my location.”

“KGA (police dispatch) to 392 unit (transport wagon): respond to 2500 Chase Street.”

“392 unit (transport wagon) I copy I’m on the way.”

“334 unit, I need an NCIC (national crime information center) check on a handgun; it’s a 357 magnum, serial number 120216,” says Officer Carter to police dispatch.”

“KGA (police dispatch) I copy and your handgun is coming back 10-30 (stolen) in Baltimore city under report number 4E10288.”

The prisoner transport wagon arrives on scene and the suspect is transported to Central Booking where he is charged with aggravated assault, possession of a concealed weapon, discharging-with- in the city, and stolen handgun. Officer Lewis submits the handgun to ECU (Evidence Control Unit) as evidence while Officer Carter goes to the station and files charges against the suspect.