Sullivan
“Domestic dispute at The Café," dispatch advises, causing me to do a double-take when I hear the location.
“The Café?" I verify.
“Yes. Caller states two patrons are having a disagreement."
I can hear Leigh screaming on the call. “It's Montana and Frank Gentry. He's cornered her here."
Son of a b***h. “I'll be right there."
I'm driving a Charger today instead of my customary SUV. As it responds to the way my foot presses the gas, I kind of hope they let me have it for the long haul. Even though I started out halfway across the county, I'm in front of The Café within minutes.
There's a crowd, and I can see Frank standing very close to his wife.
“Frank, back away, or I'm going to have to take you in. You're aware there's an order of protection against you."
I don't mention
