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"Up against the truck, stubby, or this is go
She stepped into him, trying to turn him with pressure on his arm. Poncelet staggered, throwing her off balance, then swung around to take a punch at her. Their feet tangled in a clumsy dance and they went down in a heap on the side of the road, wrestling, grunting.
Poncelet swore in her face, his breath hot and acetous with beer gases bubbling up from his belly. He groped for a handhold to right himself, grabbing A
"Son of a bitch!" she yelled as blood coursed down over her lips. She came to her feet and ran Poncelet headlong into the side of the truck.
"You picked the wrong day to fuck with me, shorty!" she snarled, closing the other cuff tight around his free wrist. "You're under arrest for every stinkin' crime I can think of!"
"I want a real cop!" he bellowed. "This is America. I got rights! I got the right to remain silent-"
"Then why don't you?" A
"I ain't no crim'nal! I got rights!"
"You've got shit for brains, that's what you've got. Man, you have dug yourself a hole so deep, you're go
She pushed him into the backseat and slammed the door. Traffic passed by on the blacktop road to Mouton's. A kid with a goatee leaned out the window of a jacked-up GTO and gave her the finger. A
"You're a feminazi, that's what you are!" Poncelet shouted, kicking the back of the seat. "You're a goddamn feminazi!"
A
She glanced at herself in the rearview mirror and swore as she pulled the radio mike. With the black eye from Wednesday and the bloody nose, she looked as if she'd gone five rounds with Mike Tyson.
"One Able Charlie. I'm bringing in a drunk. Thanks for nothing."
Poncelet was still screaming when A
The Deputies' Association had voted to pay Fourcade's legal bills. She wondered if they'd also taken a vote on getting her killed. She hadn't been invited to the meeting.
The shift was changing-guys going in and out of the locker room, hanging around the briefing room. Time for bullshit and bad jokes over strong coffee. The relaxed smiles froze and vanished when A
"What?" she challenged no one in particular. "Disappointed to see me in one piece?"
"Disappointed to see you at all," Mullen muttered.
"Yeah? Well, now you know how the whole female population feels when they see you coming, Mullen. What did you think?" she demanded. "That keying me out on the radio would make me disappear?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Broussard. You're hysterical."
"No, I'm pissed off. You got a problem with me, then be a man and bring it to me instead of pulling this adolescent bullshit-"
"You're the problem," he charged. "If you can't handle the job, then leave."
"I can handle the job. I was doing my job-"
"What the hell's going on out here?" Hooker bellowed, stepping into the hall.
Too angry for circumspection, A
"That's bullshit," Mullen said.
"Musta been something wrong with your radio," Hooker said. A
"Fu
"You got bad vibes, Broussard," Mullen said. "Maybe the wire in your bra is screwing up your reception."
Hooker glared at him. "Shut the fuck up, Mullen."
"It's not the radio," A
"We know who doesn't belong here," Mullen muttered.
The silence was absolute. A
Finally, Hooker spoke. "You got proof somebody did you wrong, Broussard, then file a grievance. Otherwise, quit your goddamn whining and go do your paperwork on that drunk."
No one moved until Hooker had disappeared back into his office. Then Prejean and Savoy walked away, breaking the standoff. Mullen started down the hall, leaning toward A
"Yeah, Broussard," he murmured. "Quit your whining or somebody'll give you something to whine about."
"Don't threaten me, Mullen."
He raised his brows in mock fear. "What you go
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Late July: Pant makes it known around the office that she means to divorce Do
August: Renard clearly has a crush. He sends Pam flowers and small gifts, asks her to lunch, asks her out for drinks. She goes with him only in a group, tells her partner she wants to be sure Renard doesn't get the wrong idea about their friendship, though she admits she thinks it's rather sweet the way he's trying to court her. She tries to stress to Renard they are just friends.
Late August: Pam begins to receive breather and hang-up calls at home.
September: Small items go missing from Pam's office and from her home. A paperweight, a small bottle of perfume, a small framed photo of herself and daughter Josie, a hairbrush. She can't pinpoint when the items were taken. Renard is hanging around, shows more concern than seems appropriate. Pam begins to feel uncomfortable around him. Breather and hang-up calls continue.
9/25: On leaving for work, Pam discovers her tires slashed (car parked in unlocked garage). Calls the sheriff's department. Responding deputy: Mullen. Pam expresses her concerns about Renard, but there is no evidence he committed the crime. Detective assigned to investigate alleged harassment: Stokes.
10/02 1:00 A.M.: Pam reports a prowler outside her home. No suspect apprehended. Renard interviewed regarding incident. Denies involvement. Expresses concern for Pam.
10/03: Renard comes to Pam's office, expresses concern for her in person.
10/09 1:45 A.M.: Pam again reports a prowler. No suspect apprehended.
10/10: On leaving house for school bus, Josie Bichon discovers the mutilated remains of a raccoon on the front step.
10/11: Renard comes to Pam's office again to express concern for her safety and for Josie's safety. U