The real life of an American police officer: Winning over others with virtue

Chapter 120 Car accident
She was only responsible for escorting prisoners, completing the registration process, sending the prisoners to the detention room, checking the problems on the police car, and then recording the scratches and dents on the front of the car.

And those accident reports haven't been written yet.

Eric yawned lazily, knowing what she meant, and said, "Until the damage assessment is out, Daves hasn't said anything, so we don't need to worry about anything else for now."

As he spoke, he picked up his coffee and took a sip: "Let's go, it's still early, let's continue our patrol."

I just came out and immediately responded to help with a police case. Including the time needed for the registration process, it's still 9:30 in the morning.

"it is good!"

Relieved, Annie started the police car and drove it out of the detention area toward the exit.

Eric instinctively picked up the walkie-talkie connected to the radio, then hesitated for a moment, thinking of Abby.

Even when he picked up the walkie-talkie, Annie secretly glanced over:

"How about I come?"

Eric glanced at her and calmly said into the walkie-talkie, "10-A-11, resume patrol."

Fortunately, Abby didn't cause any more trouble, and her crisp response came through the walkie-talkie:

"Roger that!"

Eric glanced at Annie again, gave her a "don't get cocky, newbie" look, put down the walkie-talkie, and lay back down.

"Drive well!"

Annie smiled slightly, urging the police car to leave the square and turn onto the highway to merge into the traffic.

She became more and more familiar with the duties of a patrol officer and also gained a better understanding of Eric's personality.

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In the 911 emergency call center, Abby looked at the constantly moving 10-A-11 icon on the map and breathed a sigh of relief, but thinking about what had happened before, she still sighed.

Just then, another call came in, and Abby casually pressed a key on the keypad to answer it quickly.

"This is 911 emergency center. What's the emergency?"

"I've been in a car accident!!! Someone is hitting my car!!!" The caller's tone was very agitated.

"Are there any casualties?" Abby's expression remained calm.

"No, no one was hurt, she just hit my car! And she threw things at me!! And she yelled at me!!!"

It seemed this was a simple dispute, not a straightforward car accident. Abby breathed a sigh of relief and then asked, "What is your address?"

"A Starbucks on the street at 406 South Roosevelt Avenue!!"

Upon hearing the caller give a fairly clear address, Abby simultaneously located the destination. After glancing around, she saw that there were indeed patrol units nearby, but some of them were still on duty. After thinking for a moment, she assigned the police report to the newly moved 10-A-11.

"What is your name, ma'am?"

"Lisa Buchanan!"

"Please wait in a safe area for a moment, ma'am, the police will be here soon."

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"10-Adam (Two-person patrol unit)-11! Code 2 (Routine incident, no need to use police lights or sirens), address: Starbucks on the side of South Roosevelt Avenue, caller Lisa reports that someone deliberately hit her car..."

The voice from the dispatch center rang out.

Annie, who was in charge of driving the police car and patrolling around, subconsciously glanced at the lazy Eric.

“These kinds of disputes are the most time-consuming,” Eric said, picking up the walkie-talkie.

"10-A-11 received, en route to destination for processing."

After responding, Eric put down the walkie-talkie and said, "Let's go see what's going on."

"Okay!" Annie pressed down on the accelerator slightly, urging the police car toward its destination.

406 South Roosevelt Avenue

We arrived at the scene.

Eric and Annie noticed that a few people had gathered at the Starbucks on the street and were looking at the parking lot at the exit ahead.

Eric looked over and saw a young African American woman standing behind a car, cursing at the parked vehicle.

Using only those pitiful English words, most of them are just "bitch" or "fuck you!" Although it's the same few words over and over again, it still sounds pretty awful.

No wonder people came out to watch the show at Starbucks.

“Let’s go take a look,” Eric suggested.

Upon hearing this, Annie drove over.

The arrival of the police cars silenced the cursing African American woman.

When the police car stopped, Eric glanced at the vehicle before getting out and noticed that the driver was a white woman.

It's another case involving black and white, and it involves women again.

Eric looked away, got out of the car with Annie, and looked at the African American woman.

The woman in front of him was just like the African American before him, with a thick figure, particularly wide hips, and her whole body was filled with heat, a typical African American physique.

When the African American woman saw Eric get out of the car with Annie, her aggressive demeanor subsided somewhat, and she even seemed surprised by Eric's handsomeness, showing a corresponding expression.

"Officer, I just had a car accident with this lady! Right in the road in front of Starbucks! She cut in line, honked her horn, and started yelling at me. We started arguing."
But! OK! I didn't want any trouble with her, so I had to back down. But when I came out of Starbucks, she was still there waiting for me, honking her horn at me!

I ignored her and kept driving away from Starbucks when she suddenly threw something at me! She even rammed my car!

She was very disrespectful! She said all sorts of nasty things to me!

Like a rap, the African American woman spoke very quickly, but Eric simply placed his hand on his duty belt and calmly interrupted her rap.

"Are you the one who called the police?"

The African American woman paused for a moment, then shook her head under Eric's watchful gaze.

"OK! I heard what you said."

Eric glanced at Annie, giving her a look that told her to deal with things there, then walked over to the white woman still sitting in the car, watching her frantically wave.

"Officer?" the African American woman called out, making a gesture to stop her, but was stopped by Annie.

"You can tell me what you want to say. He's going to meet the person who reported the incident now."

The African American woman glanced at Annie, looking at her delicate face and beautiful demeanor, a hint of impatience flashing across her face, but she continued speaking.

"She was hurling such nasty insults that I didn't want to talk to her and tried to drive away. But she tried to overtake me and turn in front of me, so when she suddenly turned, she hit the front of my car, and the side of her car was also grazed by the front of my car!"

Annie frowned. For some reason, she felt that the African American woman had a strange hostility towards her.

"Let me see your car."

the other side.

The white woman, still sitting in the car, breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Eric approaching, and then got out of the car.

"Are you the one who called the police?" Eric asked calmly.

“Yes, officer!” The white woman nodded, appearing more composed than the rather volatile African American woman.

But Eric could see that her face was a little pale, clearly still shaken.

Based on the available information, the white woman appears to be more credible.

Of course, we still need to see how things go. In cases like this, there are quite a few people who lie.

(End of this chapter)