Chapter 17 – Freaky Friday
Mel
Friday Morning, February 13th
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“Has the world gone stark raving mad?” I called out loudly to no one in particular.
We were all out pounding the pavement, actively looking for the man called ‘Juice’, aka Francisco Berrio. His real name was all I’d been able to get out of his escape accomplice. I could have found that in any criminal database with even less work so I wasn’t inclined to give the squealer any brownie points with the DA for the info.
There were roadblocks everywhere and an APB went out for him as soon as we had a name. So far, nothing. There’d been no sightings of him.
Zanesville PD and my department had both spent a long night booking and interrogating all of the biker minions that were caught alive. They were all charged with tres
