“On my way.” Mark Scott raced to his squad car, started it and radioed in almost at the same time.
“Guy here.” He followed Mark out, into his own car.
Sheriff Dennison and another deputy, Deputy Tyler, jumped into the pickup.
All ready to hit the road. They had a protocol when all three vehicles were called out. No matter who needed to go, the vehicle closest to the corner took off first, then the one next to it, then on down the line. Today it would be three cop vehicles.
Mark followed Sheriff. Guy followed Mark. Lights flashed. Sirens blared. They took the usual route out of town. At one intersection, a lady stopped just in time to let them pass. Her hand flew to her mouth as Mark’s car followed the sheriff’s. Wonder what she did when Guy passed her.
Mark’s stomach growled. He had
