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“Drop your weapons and get down on the ground, hands behind your head,” two of the officers shouted in unison, one man and one woman. Rodeo, Caden, and I complied.
Why didn’t I keep my cool in there? I scolded myself. If I had, maybe I could have somehow lured Dietz outside, and no one would have been shot. Not that I would have admitted it to the cops.
“I’m a former cop, now a bail enforcement agent,” I told the female officer who approached and cuffed me. “I was here to apprehend two fugitives. My ID’s in my back pocket.”
“Someone will be along to take your statement shortly.” She pulled me to my feet and escorted me to a waiting patrol car.
As I sat and stewed in the back seat, resisting the temptation to release the handcuffs using one of the keys I had kept on me, an ambulance
